as of medium
height, wore high leather gaiters, and a grey felt hat with a long red
quill thrust rakishly through the band. His face was round and rosy
and the kindest eyes in the world twinkled at Evelina from beneath his
bushy eyebrows. At his feet, quietly happy, was a bright-eyed, yellow
mongrel with a stubby tail which wagged violently as Evelina
approached. Slung over the man's shoulder by a cord was a
silver-mounted flute.

From his elevated position, he must have seen her when she entered the
wood, and had glimpses of her at intervals ever since. It was evident
that he thoroughly enjoyed the musical hide-and-seek he had forced her
to play while he was feeding the birds. His eyes laughed and there
were mischievous dimples in his round, rosy cheeks.

"Oh," cried Evelina, in a tone of dull disappointment.

"I called you," said the Piper, gently, "and you came."

She turned on her heel and walked swiftly away. She went downhill with
more haste than dignity, turned to her right, and struck out through
the woods for the main road.

The Piper watched her until she was lost among the trees. The birds
came back for their crumbs and grain and he stood patiently until his
feathered pensioners had finished and flown away, chirping with
satisfaction. Then he stooped to pat the yellow mongrel.

"Laddie," he said, "I'm thinking there's no more gypsying for us just
now. To-morrow, we will not pack our shop upon our back and march on,
as we had thought to do. Some one needs us here, eh, Laddie?"

The dog capered about his master's feet as if he understood and fully
agreed. He was a pitiful sort, even for a mongrel. One of his legs
had been broken and unskilfully set, so he did not run quite like other
dogs.

"'T isn't a very good leg, Laddie," the Piper observed, "but I'm
thinking 't is better than none. Anyway, I did my best with it, and
now we'll push on a bit. It's our turn to follow, and we 're fain,
Laddie, you and I, to see where she lives."

Bidding the dog stay at heel, the Piper followed Miss Evelina's track.
By dint of rapid walking, he reached the main road shortly after she
did. Keeping a respectful distance, and walking at the side of the
road, he watched her as she went home. From the safe shelter of a
clump of alders just below Miss Mehitable's he saw the veiled figure
enter the broken gate.

"'T is the old house, Laddie," he said to the dog; "the very one we
were thinking of taking o