"The evening dragged by. Time had never seemed so long to Ursula.
She could not rest or sleep. It was midnight before she heard the
patter of a handful of gravel on her window-panes. In a trice she
was leaning out. Below in the darkness stood Kenneth MacNair.

"'Oh, Kenneth, did you get my letter? And is it safe for you to be
here?'

"'Safe enough. Your father is in bed. I've waited two hours down
the road for his light to go out, and an extra half-hour to put
him to sleep. The horses are there. Slip down and out, Ursula.
We'll make Charlottetown by dawn yet.'

"'That's easier said than done, lad. I'm locked in. But do you
go out behind the new barn and bring the ladder you will find
there.'

"Five minutes later, Miss Ursula, hooded and cloaked, scrambled
soundlessly down the ladder, and in five more minutes she and
Kenneth were riding along the road.

"'There's a stiff gallop before us, Ursula,' said Kenneth.

"'I would ride to the world's end with you, Kenneth MacNair,' said
Ursula. Oh, of course she shouldn't have said anything of the
sort, Felicity. But you see people had no etiquette departments
in those days. And when the red sunlight of a fair October dawn
was shining over the gray sea The Fair Lady sailed out of
Charlottetown harbour. On her deck stood Kenneth and Ursula
MacNair, and in her hand, as a most precious treasure, the bride