"Now look this way," said Nora, and they turned about.

Away to the west in a flood of silvery light the prairie climbed by abrupt steps, mounting ever higher over broken rocky points and rocky ledges, over bluffs of poplar and dark masses of pine and spruce, up to the grey, bare sides of the mighty mountains, up to their snow peaks gleaming elusive, translucent, faintly discernible against the blue of the sky.

In the valley immediately at their feet the waters of the little lake gleamed like a polished shield set in a frame of ebony.

"That's our lake," said Nora, "with our house just behind it in the woods.

And nearer in that little bluff is Mrs.Waring-Gaunts home." "Papa," said Jane softly, "we must not keep Mrs.Waring-Gaunt." "Thank you, Jane," said Mrs.Waring-Gaunt.