“You’ll not go, William!” she cried. “Remember the smoke that you saw yesterday from the hilltop! If the Northern Indians are on the warpath against the Southern, and are passing between us and the mountains, there may be straying bands. I’ll not let you go!” In her eagerness she clasped his arm with her hands. She was a comely, buxom dame, and the circle on horseback, being for the most part young and gallant, and not having seen a woman for some days, looked kindly upon her. “And so you saw a smoke, goodwife, and are afraid of roving Indians?” said the gentleman who had spoken before. “That being the case, your husband has our permission to stay behind. On my life, ’t is a shame to ride away and leave you in danger of such marauders!” “Will your Excellency permit me to volunteer for guard duty?” demanded a young man who had pressed his horse to the leader’s side. “It’s odds, though, that when you return this way you’ll find me turned Papist. I’ll swear your Excellency never saw in Flanders carved or painted saint so worthy of your prayers as yonder breathing one!” The girl Molly had followed her parents, and now stood upon a little grassy knoll, surveying with wide brown eyes the gay troop before her. A light wind was blowing, and it wrapped her dress of tender, faded blue around her young limbs, and lifted her loosened hair, gilded by the sunshine into the likeness of an aureole. Her face was serious and wondering, but fair as a woodland flower. She had placed her hand upon the head of the child who was with her, clinging to her dress. The green knoll formed a pedestal; behind was the sky, as blue as that of Italy; the two figures might have been some painted altar-piece. The sprightly company, which had taken for its motto “Sic juvat transcendere montes,” looked and worshiped. There was a moment of silent devotion, broken by one of the gentlemen demanding if ’t were not time for dinner; another remarked that they might go much farther and fare much worse, in respect of a cool, sweet spot in which to rest during the heat of the afternoon; and a third boldly proposed that they go no farther at all that day. Their leader settled the question by announcing that, Mr. Mason’s suggestion finding favor in his sight, they would forthwith dismount, dine, drink red wine and white, and wear out the heat of the day in this sylvan paradise until four of the clock, when the trumpet should sound for the mount; also, that if the goodwife and her daughter would do them the honor to partake of their rustic fare, their healths should be drunk in nothing less than Burgundy.