safety. So you see," she smiled, "that I'm glad the spot you dropped from in Mars happened to be right over this little hill of mine."
("Was there ever such a girl as this?" thought Vincent, "as full of sweet play as a lovely child, and underneath possessed of all the fine and admirable qualities that exist.")
"You don't need to explain a thing!" he exclaimed, eyes worshiping.
"But, I want to."
"And you shan't"—he said, as once she had said to him.
"But—"
"Never mind. I know. I understand," he silenced her. "There's nothing to explain to me." He was ever so tender.
Elizabeth glanced at him. He did know! He did understand! Of course, Alice had told him!
"But it's all right for me to talk now," she said. "I confess I was pretty bad for a while. Couldn't bear the least reference to things. But, now, I'm better." Strange she found it so easy to discuss with this man a subject she usually shuddered to mention to any one but her doctor. "These dear hills and valleys," she confided, "have made me almost well."
Vincent wanted to reply, "And your dear smiles and glances have made me almost well."
