“Oh, no, no!” She spoke with a gasp of dismay at the thought. “It — won’t hurt so much if I can see you going right on — getting strong — like you have been, and being happy — and — ” She paused in her slowly trailing speech and looked about her. They were down in a little glen, and there were no mountain tops in sight for her to look up to as was her custom.

“And what, Cassandra? Finish what you were saying.” Still for a while she was silent, and they walked on together. “And now won’t you say what you were going to say?” He could not talk himself, and he longed to hear her voice.

“I was thinking of the music you made. It was so glad. I can’t talk and say always what I think, like you do, but seems like it won’t