a terror to
which her first fright was as nothing.

"In God's name," she screamed, "where am I? _What am I_? Who is that
wrinkled woman with young eyes? What wood is this?"

So screaming she whirled about and missed her footing, and fell heavily
over the root of a great tree, striking her head in the fall.

A sickening pain washed in great waves through every nerve, and she
struggled, turning her head feebly from side to side, closing her eyes
against the blinding light that pierced her brain like knives.

The tall trees swam and wavered before her, the boughs tossed and swayed
and receded till they were like a forest seen in a picture. Then she saw
that they were framed in a window, with empty space behind them, and
that she was staring at them from a bed in a strange room.

Over her eyes bent two brown eyes, young and kind.

"Do you see me? Can you speak to me?" she heard.

"I do not hear the bees," she muttered, "I miss them. And yet you are
the Bee-woman, are you not? I know your eyes----"

"I am the nurse," said the voice, "there are no bees here. You hear the
rumbling in the street below. I am glad to see you open your eyes--we
were growing worried. You remember you are at the hospital, do you not?
Would you like to see your husband? He is just outside the door."

She looked long at the nurse. "My husband," she murmured. "Oh, yes.
Does he know that I got away? How did you bring me back here? Tell the
doctor that--that I could not bear it and that he must take me through
without it. He--he will be glad--"

"The operation is over," said the nurse, "and you have nothing to bear,
now. You are just coming out of the ether. Do you understand? Everything
is all right. You have only to lie quiet, now, and you may see your
husband, if you wish. He wanted to see you as soon as you were safely
out of the wood, he said."

The tears gathered in her eyes, but she was too weak to wipe them.

"'Out of the wood,'" she whispered, "'out of the wood'! So that is what
they mean! But he will never go into that wood ... yes, call him in."

The Next Lesson

THE FARM BY THE FOREST

It was years afterward, and in October, the very climax of a late and
lingering autumn, that I sat by my friend one afternoon in the ripe
orchard and knew suddenly that we were going to speak of one of those
strange experiences of hers that, for me, set her more effectually apart
from others than any of her many and varied gifts and gra