“The wedding was put off, and naebody kent what for, for Leddy Violet had a wise heart, and wouldna send him away till she was sure. But there came a gray-bearded man to the gate in the night, and asked to see her--what he said nae man kent; but when the morning broke, Leddy Violet was sitting at her ain window, gripping her hands fast, with a face as wan as the dead, and the bonnie gold hair upon her head a’ covered wi’ flakes of white, like snaw. But she rose up and cried upon her serving-woman, and put on her wedding gown. It was a’ white and glistening--the auld brocade that you read about in books, wrought with flowers, and grander than you ever saw. And then she put her bride’s veil on her head, and went away with a slow, stately step out of Allenders. The serving-woman in fear and trembling creepit away after her, hiding under the hedges along the whole road, and she mindit often that the leddy didna meet a single living person a’ the way--for she came straight here to the Lady’s Well.” With a shiver of excitement and wonder the children looked round them, and drew closer to Dragon; but the old man went steadily on. “It was just half-licht, and the woman could see naething but the leddy, with her grand glistening gown and her veil about her head, gaun stately alang the quiet road. When she came to the Well, she sat down upon the stane, and crossed her hands upon her breast, and droopit her head; but there came a noise of folk upon the road at that moment, and Leddy Violet’s woman ran to see what it was. She looked east, and she looked west, but there wasna so much as a shadow on the haill way; and then she was scared and feared, and ran without a stop till she wan hame. But never mortal man saw Leddy Violet mair.” “Eh, Dragon! where did she go?” cried Katie Calder under her breath; but Violet only cast timid looks round her, and almost thought she could perceive, in the half-light of this other gloaming, glimmerings of the white garments through the close foliage of the trees. “I tell ye, Missie, nae mortal on this earth kens that,” said the Dragon of Allenders; “but, bairns, ye’ll be getting cauld--and I’ll tell ye the rest at hame.” “Oh, Dragon, tell us the rest,” pleaded Violet; but she looked behind her and before, and almost believed she felt the cold hand of the weird-lady laid upon her shoulder. “They sought her up and down through the whole country, but the wise and auld among them, kent full well that they would never get her; and from that day to this, nae man has ever seen her, nor kens if she is dead, and away to heaven, or if she’s living aye a charmed life in the fairy-land. It’s my hope she’s in heaven this hundred years--but ane can never tell.” “And, Dragon, what about Sir Harry?” asked Katie Calder, timidly.