sorrow for the owner of that marvellous hat. The next instant the child sang—
"I rede ye beware of the Carrasdoo men
As ye come up the wold;
I rede ye beware of the haunted glen—"
Ruby interrupted her song to wriggle out of Mrs. Cregeen's hands, pull off her stocking, and hang it on one of the knobs of the dresser. "I hope it will be the Phynnodderee that comes to-night," she said.
"Why that one?" said Mrs. Cregeen, smiling.
"Because Danny says that's the fairy that loves little Manx girls."
"Danny shouldn't tell you such foolish old stories."
"Are they stories?"
"Yes."
"Oh!"
Another sly glance at the wonderful hat on the peg behind. That was a reality at all events.
"But I'm sure a good fairy will come for me to-night," insisted Ruby.
"Why are sure, Ruby veg?"
"Because—because I am."
Christian tightened his grasp of Mona's hand.
At that moment a gust of wind passed round the house. Mona remembered that to-night she was standing with Christian on the spot where last night she had parted with Danny.
"Listen," said Mrs. Cregeen to the child. "Pity the poor sailors at sea."
"Didn't Mona say Danny was at sea?"
