imb overhanging
the eddying pool of a mountain torrent, just above the foam and spray of
a waterfall.

"Equally careful search is made for material. The foundation is made of
moss plastered into a mass and saddled on a limb. Then it is lined with
white vegetable lint or down.

"I now lead a more sedate life as becomes one assuming the
responsibilities of rearing a family; and, a believer in a small and
well-groomed family, lay but two snow-white eggs.

"While I am busy on the nest, Sir Knight pugnaciously guards bride and
home and, having much leisure, becomes an exterior decorator of the
nest, dressing it in a becoming coat of gray lichens.

"A small hawk lights in the treetop; he is scarcely settled before our
guard makes swift and vicious charge at his head and eyes with
needle-like beak. The hawk in trepidation soars away, pursued for many a
yard, too slow to strike back effectively.

"When the little fellows are old enough to make trips alone to the
flowery feeding grounds I fly to the edge of the forest and there,
tempted to feed from the cone-shaped flowers of a pendant vine, become
enmeshed in the web of a great tropical spider.

"The spider stealthily approaches, watching a chance to spring when I
have grown even more helpless from futile struggle. There is a whir of
wing, a dart of rainbow light, a hole torn in the net. The spider is
tossed from his footing and falls wounded to earth. There is another
welcome whir of wings and I, torn loose, half flutter, half fly to a
nearby limb. Sir Knight has rescued his lady love!

"It was then I awoke and found you standing beside me with those flowers
in your hand."

* * * * *

John did not think it necessary to tell the girl what she had done
before he aroused her. This knowledge, with the dream, was to him an
uncanny thing. The girl's experience he felt was in some weird way a
call from a misty and long-forgotten past. The dream but emphasized
comparisons he himself had made. He had even told his mother the girl
reminded him of a humming bird. This conception, with the dream, blotted
out all thought of the consummation of a slowly growing love. Though he
tried to conceal this feeling, the girl in a subtle way perceived it.
They returned to the library, and the Neals shortly after returned home.

That night the girl was depressed and could not sleep. She found herself
repeating: "Oh, why did I tell John that dream! He did not