their feet as one, and stood at attention. Somewhere a strong voice
took up the words, and in an instant all over that hillside hundreds of
men and women were singing as they had never sung before.

God save our gracious King,
Long live our noble King,
God save the King.

Though driven from their homes; exiles in a strange land; surrounded by
unknown dangers, and with a most uncertain future, nothing could dampen
their spirit of loyalty to their King across the sea.

To Dane this was all wonderful. He longed to see the musicians, and to
watch them as they played. He walked over in the direction from which
the music had come, and had almost reached what he supposed was the
spot, when he suddenly stopped. There before him he beheld the real
object of his visit. She was seated on the ground before a fire, with
several children gathered about her. They were all listening with rapt
attention to some story she was telling them. Dane was held spellbound
at the pretty scene before him. He could look upon the girl to his
heart's content without being seen, for he was sheltered by a cluster
of rough, tangled trees. In all his life he had never beheld such a
beautiful face. He longed to know her name, and to hear her speak. He
recalled the glance she had given him with her expressive eyes ere they
had dropped before his ardent gaze. But he knew that he was nothing to
her, and no doubt she had never thought of him again. How could he
leave without finding out who she was, and where she was going? But
she was a complete stranger to him, and he had no right to approach any
nearer. It would be much better to worship at a distance and await a
favourable opportunity.