the waves had beaten and built before lulling down in their calm. The water was quiet now; for sound, there was the merest, softest surge under the ice. This miniature world was still below its silent sky; and to the man in the glittering, crystal valley, the girl on the edge of the tiny height before him became a glorious Goddess of the sun.
Perhaps simply by chance, perhaps by his own design, but without his being aware that he did it, he put himself in such position that she divided the sun as it rose. It made her, and the shining height on which she stood, gigantic; it shot the spray crystals at her feet with pink and purple and crimson and haloed her head with red gold of her own. While she stood there with the red sky before her and yet while the yellow rim of the sun pushed up, it kept her a Goddess. Then day was come; the spell of dawn and sunrise was broken.
Fidelia Netley turned about and saw that some one had followed her; she saw who he was and she spoke to him.
"Why, you've come here too! Isn't it wonderful?"
He knew then that she had not suspected he had followed; for her thought, even after she turned, did not wholly go to him.
"It is wonderful," he said, and she exclaimed: "I wanted to see the sun come out of the lake on a morning like this. I couldn't get anybody at the house to get up with me. I'm glad you did."
"I'm glad I did," Dave agreed and then realized that this hardly explained him. "I saw you pass our
