he cabin, the meadow, had taken on a
certain intimacy, a coziness; it was pleasant to remain there all day,
upon earth, idle-winged.

Charles-Norton had his morning swim alone after vain attempts to entice
Dolly, her eyes still full of blue sleep, into the crystal waters. Then
he fished from his rock--twice as long as he usually fished. And when he
returned with his string of rainbows, Dolly, uncovering the dutch-oven
which he had bought on his arrival, but the mystery of which he had never
mastered, proudly showed him the cracked golden dome of a swelling loaf
of bread. Its warm fragrance mingled with the pungent puffs coming from
the curved nozzle of the coffee-pot, set in the glowing coals. He gave
her the fish, all cleaned, and rolling them in corn-meal, she laid them
delicately in the sizzling frying-pan, each by the side of a marbled
strip of bacon.

There was no doubt that this breakfast was an improvement on breakfasts
that had gone before. Bread is mighty good when one has not had any for
nearly two months; and warm golden bread just out of the oven and made by
Dolly is more than mighty good. The coffee had undeniably an aroma that
it had not had of past mornings. And as you held up to the light,
delicately between thumb and finger, a little trout with crisply-curved
tail, and slipped it head first between eager white teeth, your eyes
smiled into two other eyes (like blue stars), smiling back at you over
just such another troutlet, golden crisp, entering in successive
movements between just such eager teeth (small pearly ones, these).

Oh, you Charles-Norton!

He wore a blanket on his back, undulating from his shoulders, over his
wings, to the ground. Dolly had put it there, fearing he would catch
cold. Now and then, by some reflex action of which Charles-Norton was
unconscious, the wings stirred uneasily to the burden and let it slip to
the ground, upon which Dolly, springing up with a laugh, quickly replaced
it. This happened so often that it became a game.

After breakfast Dolly, instead of throwing the dishes in a shallow spot
of the lake, as it was the habit of Master Charles-Norton, placed them in
a pot of boiling water, at the bottom of which, with wonder-eyes, he saw
them miraculously dissolve to brightness. "You're a genius, Dolly," he
said. She laughed, a silver peal that filled the clearing, then, going
into the cabin, returned with his pipe all filled. Nicodemus came to them
for his salt, then