Alice pressed her clasped hands against her bosom in ecstasy as the notes rose higher.
“Hold me, Madie, or I shall rush to extinction in the arms of this siren.” She clung to Madie. The song finished, and Will turned round.
“Take it calmly, Miss Gall,” he said. “I hope you’re not hit too badly.”
“Oh—how can you say ‘take it calmly’—how can the savage beast be calm!”
“I’m sorry for you,” said Will.
“You are the cause of my trouble, dear boy,” replied Alice.
“I never thought you’d come,” said Madie.
“Skimmed here like an Indian ‘brra-ave,’” said Will. “Like Hiawatha towards Minnehaha. I knew you were coming.”
“You know,” simpered Madie, “It gave me quite a flutter when I heard the piano. It is a year since I saw you. How did you get here?”
“I came on snow-shoes,” said he. “Real Indian,—came from Canada—they’re just ripping.”