“And the queer thing was, that we all of us saw it! Even Miss Drury!” Eve was speaking to a circle of interested listeners on the evening after the night camp in the wood. “Weren’t you nervous?” inquired some one. “Nervous--pooh! Of the witch, you mean? That silly story! Why, it wasn’t till this morning that a single one of us even remembered it!” “Did the light come from the haunted cottage, do you think?” put in some one. “I don’t know anything except that there certainly _did_ seem to be a moving light. I don’t even know, for one thing, in what part of the wood the cottage is supposed to be! I only know that I don’t believe in ‘haunts’ of any kind,” continued the narrator briskly. “I daresay it was a glow-worm of monstrous size, or a keeper, perhaps, on the prowl. Whatever it was, we saw no more of it!” “You forget the music!” put in one of the other Pioneers. [Illustration: “There certainly _did_ seem to be a moving light.”] “Oh yes, we heard that too! We all sat up on our elbows and listened to it. Like a flute playing. It probably came from the road, though it sounded, certainly, as though it issued from Witch’s Wood!” Eve laughed. “Miss Drury said that if last night instead of to-night had been Midsummer Eve we might have been in the thick of a fairy revel! But it didn’t keep us awake; we all floated off into deep slumber. Perhaps it may have been a magic lullaby, for not one of us stirred until Miss Drury fairly commanded us to wake this morning!” Eve moved off. “Well, the Pioneering’s over,” remarked she; “and Midsummer Day’s to-morrow with--whatever it brings. I only wish it could bring the Cup!” There was no need for words; every one else was wishing the same wish too. Everybody, strange to say, at that moment except Betty! For the last scrap of Eve’s sentence had not even been heard by her. She was remembering with all her might and main the words that had gone before. She stood speechless with surprise, still wondering, for several moments after Eve had disappeared. _What_ had Eve said? Had she _really_ said it? Could Betty’s ears by any chance have misled her? she asked herself. That the pioneering Guides from their night camp had seen a light from Witch’s Wood! Also that they had heard the sound of flute-playing! Like a fairy revel; like a magic lullaby, Eve had said. She had been only laughing, of course; but could it be--oh, could it possibly be that the magic was true?