a-twinkle with fairy lights.

"Do you remember how they did that before?" he asked.

"And how warm it looked inside? David--David--they can't make me feel
lonesome any more."

"No, but we can't laugh at them; we must laugh with them."

She made up a little face at a big French window which seemed to stare
insolently at them.

"We don't need you any more," she said to it.

They came to the only house on the street which was still boarded
against the heat of the summer. Here they paused. She seized his arm.

"That is it," she exclaimed. "That is where we began!"

"Yes, but--it looks different, doesn't it?"

"It has grown older--more sober."

"Shall we go in?"

She looked up and down the street.

"If only we could get chased--_once_ more!"

"We can pretend."

"And go in the back way as we did before?"

"Yes."

"That is good. Come."

She placed her hand within his and they turned down the alley which
led to the back street facing the water front. The lights still
blinked in the mist--the waves still pounded against the stone walls
throwing up salt spray, but they no longer came from out an
unfathomable distance. They seemed like very petty waves and the two
knew the boundaries, before and back of them, as they had not before.

"Now," she said, "run--run for all you're worth!"

She led the pace, he falling back to keep with her instead of dragging
her on. So they ran until they were breathless. Then as before they
moved a-tiptoe.

They knew the little door when they reached it.

"I must break it in again," he said.

So she stood back while he threw his weight against it, meeting it
with his shoulders. She watched him with a thrill--her heart leaping
with every thud of his body against the wood. It was her man forcing a
path for her,--her man beating down a barrier. She felt the sting of
the wind-driven spray against her cheek, but the depths from which it
came no longer called to her. Rather they drove her in. She was
content to be here with her man. Life opened big to her from just
where she stood.

The door gave finally, as she knew it must, and hand in hand they
entered the paved yard. He fastened the door behind them and yet as he
put the joist in place, it was not as it was before. There was no one
in pursuit now. She found herself, however, as anxious to see his face
and learn what this meant to him as she had been the first time. For
after all, even if it were different, it was just as