I cannot explain to you what it was, nor how it came to me, for there was no sound.

I saw absolutely nothing but the empty night.

There was no moon.

But somewhere off there over the little valley, far off, the darkness was troubled; that ME that went out upon my thought--out from the Mission garden, out over the valley, calling for her, searching for her, found, I don't know what, but found a resting place--a companion.

Three times since then I have gone to the Mission garden at night.