_"Par derrièr' chez mon père,
Vole, mon coeur, vole!
Par derrièr' chez mon père
Li-ya-t-un pommier doux."_

"Ah lady, lady mine," broke in the voice softly, "the night too is
sweet, soft as thine eyes. Will you not greet me?"

The girl made no sign. After a moment the song went on.

_"Trois filles d'un prince,
Vole, mon coeur, vole!
Trois filles d'un prince
Sont endormies dessous."_

"Will not the princess leave her sisters of dreams?" whispered the
voice, fantastically. "Will she not come?"

Virginia shivered, and half-opened her eyes, but did not stir. It
seemed that the darkness sighed, then became musical again.

_"La plus jeun' se réveille,
Vole, mon coeur, vole!
La plus jeun' se réveille
--Ma Soeur, voilà le jour!"_

The song broke this time without a word of pleading. The girl opened
her eyes wide and stared breathlessly straight before her at the
singer.