h the window open, and the
swallows darting in the air outside, and Glory, who took milk "for
remembrance," rose and said, "I looks toward Mr. Storm," and then drank
his health and swept him the prettiest courtesy. All through lunch she
kept feeding the dog from her own fingers, and at the end rebuked him for
spreading his bones in a half circle across the carpet, a thing which was
never done, she said, in the best society, this side the Cannibal
Islands.

"By-and-bye," he thought, "time enough by-and-bye," for the charm of her
joy was infectious.

The sun was high when they started on their walk, and her face looked
flushed and warm. But through the park-like district to the wood she
raced with Don, and made him leap over her sunshade and roll over and
over on the bright green grass. The larks were trilling overhead,
everything was humming and singing.

"Let her have one happy day," he thought, and they began to call and
shout to each other.

Then they came to the beeches, and, being sheltered from the fiery rays
of the sun, she put down her sunshade and John took off his hat. The
silence and gloom, the great gnarled trees, with their thews and sinews,
their arms and thighs and loins, the gentle rustle of the breeze in the
branches overhead, the deep accumulation of dead leaves underfoot, the
fluttering of wings, the low cooing of pigeons, and all the mystery and
wonder of the wood, brought a sense of awe, as on entering a mighty
minster in the dusk. But this wore away presently, and Glory began to
sing. Her pure voice echoed in the fragrant air, and the happiness so
long pent up and starved seemed to bubble in every word and note.

"Isn't this better than singing in music halls?" he thought, and then he
began to sing too, just like any happy boy, without thinking of yesterday
or to-morrow, of before or after. She smiled at him. He smiled back. It
was like a dream. After his long seclusion it was difficult to believe it
could be true. The open air, the perfume of the leaves they were wading
through, the silver bark of the birches and the blue peeps of the sky
between, and then Glory walking with her graceful motion, and laughing
and singing by his side! "I shall wake up in a minute," he thought, "I'm
sure I shall!"

They sang one song together. It was Lasses and Lads, and to make
themselves think it was the old time back again they took each other's
hands and swung them to the tune. He felt her clasp like milk c