sweet but inflexible tone. "I can not stay. The day is fading fast; soon night will be upon the waters. We have far to row, and the Silver Fawn is with me. Farewell!" and, catching his young bride in his strong arms, he sprang into the little canoe without apparent effort, and with one vigorous push sent it whirling from the shore; and while Alice stood, holding the little wampum chain in her hands, feeling that that was the only proof that the whole visit was not a day-dream, the little boat had passed round the headland, and was already lost to her sight.
Half an hour later, and Alice came into her grandmother's presence, bright and glowing, and flushed with health, exercise, and excitement.
"Why, Alice! my bairn," said the grandmother, glancing up with ill-concealed admiration at the sweet, blooming young face that bent caressingly over her. "Ye hae been lang awa', my bonnie lassie. I mistrust ye are gettin' to be jist a ne'er-do-weel gad-about. I hae missed ye sadly; an' where hae ye been the noo?"
