He had heard the mysterious Elf's Horn.
"Never forgot it, did you, Jean ?" laughed Tom, seizing the old man's hand and shaking it warmly.
"No, Monsieur Tom; once I hear, it is impossible that I should forget," replied Jean in his quaint English.

"An' now that you have honor me this afternoon, it is well that you come to my cabin where the fire burn for you an' the coffee wait, an' all is ready for my frien's who mak' so long walk for the sake of ol' Jean." "Of course we did, Jean," smiled Grace as they started for the cabin.
"Don't we always come to see you when we are home from college ?" "It is true, Mamselle Grace," returned Jean solemnly.

"I am lucky man to have such fren's." "Don't look so sad over it, Jean!" exclaimed Hippy.

"Be merry, and gayly dance as I do." He essayed several fantastic steps over the frozen ground, stubbed his toe on a projecting root and lunged forward, falling heavily into a huge snowdrift, his hands and face plowing into the snow.
"Ha, ha!" jeered Reddy.

"'Be merry, and gayly dance as I do.' No, thank you.