As I went I remember that always a little ahead I seemed to hear the merry lilt of Ringan's whistling.

Ringan's tunes, a brisk one this time, lilted in my ear.

Eerily it tripped and chimed and lilted to its close, and the Maestro swung about and faced them, smiling still, quizzically.

She was whistling the old tune of "Leezie Lindsay," a merry lilt with the hill wind and the heather in it.

But that day she did not doubt her eyes, that star dust danced in the waves of sunshine; that the gray snow birds played crack the whip outside the window; that the willow hedge, palpitating in the sunshine, beat time with its silvery branches to the music that lilted through her heart; that the blue in the sky was bluer than it had been, and the sunshine more golden than it ever was in the highest noon in highest June.

" There was an interrogative lilt at the end of all his sentences, even when, as now, he was making statements that admitted of no denial.

She wore a gay, semi-masculine outfit, bright-colored, jaunty, and she walked with a lilt toward them.