ht long over this episode. I
recalled words heard in the place of my studies--words I had dismissed
without any care at the moment. "To those who see, nothing is alien.
They move in the same vibration with all that has life, be it in bird
or flower. And in the Uttermost also, for all things are One. For such
there is no death."

That was beyond me still, but I watched her with profound interest. She
recalled also words I had half forgotten--

"There was nought above me and nought below,
My childhood had not learnt to know;
For what are the voices of birds,
Aye, and of beasts, but words, our words,--
Only so much more sweet."

That might have been written of her. And more.

She had found one day in the woods a flower of a sort I had once seen
in the warm damp forests below Darjiling--ivory white and shaped like a
dove in flight. She wore it that evening on her bosom. A week later she
wore what I took to be another.

"You have had luck," I said; "I never heard of such a thing being seen
so high up, and you have found it twice."

"No, it is the same."

"The same? Impossible. You found it more than a week ago." "I know. It
is ten days. Flowers don't die when one understands them--not as most
people think."

Her mother looked up and said fretfully:

"Since she was a child Brynhild has had that odd idea. That flower is
dead and withered. Throw it away, child. It looks hideous."

Was it glamour? What was it? I saw the flower dewy fresh in her bosom
She smiled and turned away.

It was that very evening she left the veranda where we were sitting in
the subdued light of a little lamp and passed beyond where the ray cut
the darkness. She went down the perspective of trees to the edge of he
clearing and I rose to follow for it seemed absolutely unsafe that she
should be on the verge of the panther-haunted woods alone. Mrs. Ingmar
turned a page of her book serenely;

"She will not like it if you go. I cannot imagine that she should come
to harm. She always goes her own way--light or dark."

I returned to my seat and watched steadfastly. At first I could see
nothing but as my sight adjusted itself I saw her a long way down the
clearing that opened the snows, and quite certainly also I saw something
like a huge dog detach itself from the woods and bound to her feet. It
mingled with her dark dress and I lost it. Mrs. Ingmar said, seeing my
anxiety but nothing else; "Her father was just the same;--he had