La Meffraye saw right carefully to that.

And you heard the crying that rang out of yonder high window, from which the light streamed all through the night.

Wait, wait, my pretties, till it is your turn to be sent for up thither, when the shining knife is sharpened and the red fire kindled.

You will not despise La Meffraye when that day comes.

You will grovel and weep, and then will La Meffraye spurn you with her foot, till the noise of your crying be borne out over the forest, and for very gladness the wolves howl in the darkness." The little Maid of Galloway was moved to answer, and her lips quivered.