Jamie's countenance was impenetrable.

"Ye'll pe seein' her for yourself whateffer,"--he said--"Ye'll no
miss her in the waters 'twixt here an' Skye."

He stooped and fumbled in his basket, presently bringing out of it a
small bunch of pink bell-heather,--the delicate waxen type of
blossom which is found only in mossy, marshy places.

"The shentleman wanted as much as I could find o' this,"--he said--
"An' he had it a' but this wee bittie. Will my leddy wear it for
luck?"

I took it from his hand.

"As a gift?" I asked, smiling.

"I wadna tak ony money for't,"--he answered, with a curious
expression of something like fear passing over his brown, weather-
beaten features--"'Tis fairies' making."

I put the little bunch in my dress. As I did so, he doffed his cap.

"Good day t'ye! I'll be no seein' ye this way again!"

"Why not? How do you know?"

"One way in and another way out!" he said, his voice sinking to a
sort of meditative croon--"One road to the West, and the other to
the East!--and round about to the meeting-place! Ou ay! Ye'll mak it