profane, but both are fables, both
parables. When you take them away from the context it is as easy to
feel for the lamb eaten by the wolf, as for the one that was rescued,
and has been immortalized in picture and song."

"Probably you are right," she said. "I never thought of it in just
that way before," and saying "good night" she went to her room.

Adam thought he heard her humming, "Away on the mountains cold and
bare."

VIII

When we mean to build
We first survey the plot, then draw the model,
And, then we see the figure of the house,
Then must we rate the cost of the erection.

SHAKSPERE.

The discovery of the incomplete journal made a subtle change in Adam.
He had been silent and self-absorbed from the first, but he had never
quite given up hope. Even now, Robin sought to keep up the pretence,
and dreading the despair which she saw creeping over Adam, she began
artfully to seek some means of interesting him in something else. The
question of a proper place for the books gave her an opportunity, and
Adam suggested that he build an addition to the house.

They planned it as eagerly as if it was to be a castle, and spent days
in looking for adobe, but finally decided that logs would be better,
and Adam's ax could have been heard ringing from morning till night. A
log house is not exactly a work of art, but it requires no little
skill to build one, and takes a good deal of time when the logs for
the floor must be planed and squared, so as to make a matched board
floor. Sometimes Robin went with Adam, and worked or read; sometimes
she took him his luncheon at noon, for the trees were at some little
distance from the house. The logs had to be "snaked" across the rough
ground and down the mountain, and when the floor had been laid, and
the location of the window decided upon, Robin planted morning-glory
seeds where it was to be. By dint of much pushing and hauling the logs
were finally put in place, and the roof battened down. The window was
truly worthy of a mediaeval castle, for it was simply an oblong hole,
boxed in with a casement made from some scraps of boards, while a slab
shutter, swung on leather hinges, shut out the elements.

The chinking was a simple matter, and when it was all done, including
a doorway into the main room, Robin was unfeignedly delighted. They
made rows of shelves with the packing-cases, and arranged the books
thereon. It was not an extensive library,