“And leave my baby alone?”
“I’ll get Jan-an to come!”
“Oh! you blessed!” Mary-Clare bent and kissed the worshipping face. “I tell you, Sweetheart. Mother will take a bite of lunch and go up the trail, if you will go to Jan-an. If you cannot find her, then come up the trail to Motherly––how will that do?”
“Yes,” Noreen sweetly acquiesced. “I’ll come to the––the–––” she waited for the word.
“Yawning Gap,” suggested the mother, reverting to a dearly loved romance.
“Yes. I’ll come to the Yawning Gap and I’ll give the call.”
“And I’ll call back: Oh! wow!––Oh! wo!” The musical voice rose like a flute and Noreen danced about.
“And I’ll answer: wo wow!––oh!” The piping tones were also flute-like, an echo of the mother’s.
“And then, down will fall the drawbridge with a mighty clatter.” Mary-Clare looked majestic even in her muddy trousers as she portrayed the action. “And over the Gap will come the Princess Light-of-my-Heart with her message.”