? You don't! Well, well, there's
no tellin' how ignorant the wurruld can be. St. Droid--aw, he was a
good man that brought the two children of Chief Diarmid and Queen Moira
together. You didn't know about them two? You niver h'ard of Chief
Diarmid and Queen Moira and their two lovely children? Well, there it
is, there's no sayin' how ignorant y'are if y'are not Irish. Aw no,
they wasn't man and wife. Diarmid was a widower and Moira was a widow.
Diarmid's boy was Filion and Moira's girl was Fiona, an' the troubles of
the two'd make a book for ivry day of the week, an' two for Sunday. An'
the way that St. Droid brought them two together Aw, come outside in the
gardin where the moon's to the full, an' it's warm enough for anny man
or woman that's got a warm heart, an' I'll tell you the story of Filion
and Fiona. You'll not be forgettin' the names of them now, will ye? And
while I'm tellin' you, all the time you'll be thinkin' of St. Droid,
for it's his day. It was nothin' till him, St. Droid, that he lived in
a cave, you understan'? Wasn't his face like the sun comin' up over
the lake at Ballinhoe in the month of June! Well, it doesn't matter if
you've niver seen Ballinhoe--you understan' what I mean. Well, then
come out intil the gardin, darlins. Shure, I'm achin' to tell you the
story--as fine a love-story as iver was told to man and woman."

So it was that Louise with eyes alight-for Patsy had a voice that could
stir imagination in the dullest--so it was that Louise and the others
went out into the moonlit garden, the prairie around them like an
endless waste of sea. There they placed themselves in a half circle
around Patsy, who sat upon a little bench, with his back to the big
spreading elm-tree, which by some special gift had grown alone over the
myriad years, defying storm and winter's frost, until it seemed to have
an honoured permanence, as stable as the prairie earth itself.

As they seated themselves, there was renewed in Louise the feeling she
had at supper-time, when she had imagined--or had her senses accurately
divined? that Orlando was near, so sure had been the sensation that she
had expected Orlando to enter the room where they sat. Now it was on her
again, and somehow she felt him there with her. He was Filion and she
was Fiona.

Since the day she had first seen Orlando, she had awakened to life's
realities. There had grown in her an alertness and a delicate sense of
things, which, though natural to on