pipes. He was playing a new tune I had never heard before a wonderful,
joyous thing. I both heard and SAW him!"

Angus stood still and watched me. They both stood still and watched me,
and even in my excitement I saw that each of them looked a little pale.

"You said you did not hear him at first, but you surely saw him when
he passed so near," I protested. "I called to him, and he took off his
bonnet, though he did not stop. He was going so quickly that perhaps he
did not hear me call his name."

What strange thing in Hector's look checked me? Who knows?

"You DID see him, didn't you?" I asked of him.

Then he and Angus exchanged glances, as if asking each other to decide
some grave thing. It was Hector MacNairn who decided it.

"No," he answered, very quietly, "I neither saw nor heard him, even when
he passed. But you did."

"I did, quite plainly," I went on, more and more bewildered by the
way in which they kept a sort of tender, awed gaze fixed on me. "You
remember I even noticed that he looked pale. I laughed, you know, when I
said he looked almost like one of the White People--"

Just then my breath caught itself and I stopped. I began to remember
things--hundreds of things.

Angus spoke to me again as quietly as Hector had spoken.