“Hilloo, Hilloo, Hilloo, Hilloo!
Gather, gather ye men in white;
The winds blow keenly, the moon is bright,
The sparkling snow lies firm and white!
Tie on the shoe, no time to lose,
We must be over the hill to-night.”
CHAPTER XVII
MACDALY’S DREAM
“I wonder where MacDaly is?” queried Stargarde.
Vivienne was spending the day with her, and together they were walking up and down the Pavilion courtyard. The brilliance of the afternoon sunshine and the purity of the earth, where a thin veil of snow lay over all deformities and unsightliness, had tempted them out of doors.
“Who is this MacDaly that you are so anxious to see?” asked Vivienne.