"Oh, from away off and high up—the saddest song—a phrase constantly repeated."
"Oh, I know. It was some young Tetong lover playing the flute. They often do that when the girls are going for water in the morning. Isn't it beautiful?"
"I never heard anything so sad."
"All their songs are sad. George says the primitive love-songs of all races are the same. But Two Horns has the fire going, and I must get up and superintend breakfast. You need not rise till I call."
Mrs. Parker began to stir. "Jerome! What time is it?"
The girls laughed as Jerome, in the other tent, replied, sweetly:
"Time to arise, Honey Plum."
Mrs. Parker started up and stared around, her eyes still misty with slumber. "I slept the whole night through," she finally remarked, as if in answer to a question, and her voice expressed profound astonishment.
"Didn't hear the wolves, did you, pet?" called Parker.
"Wolves! No. Did they howl?"