CHAPTER XVI

BEYOND THE PLAINS The little feet have left the house, The little voice is still; Without, the wan, wind-weary boughs; Within, the will To go and hear the wee feet tread Within the garden of the dead. —_R. Crawford._ THERE were no traces of storm when the girls awoke next morning. Mrs. Archdale came in with tea as soon as she heard their voices. Her face was quite smiling and ha…