They saw a figure in a red cloak and a yellow kerchief, on the river-path leading to the pointed house.
And they cried out severally—
“She’s still there!”
“She didn’t die!”
“I see her!”
And if you look you will see they are right.
CHAPTER XIX
Bobby Shafto’s gone to sea,
Silver buckles at his knee,
When he comes home he’ll marry me,