"I'd lose my life sooner than I would lose her, Nada--the little girl with flying hair and strawberry stain on her nose, and who believed so faithfully in the Man in the Moon.

Always I shall worship her as the little goddess who came down to me from somewhere in heaven!" Yet all through that day, as they waited for Father John's return, he saw more and more of the wonder of woman that had come to crown the glory of Nada's wifehood, and his heart trembled with joy at the miracle of it.

There was something vastly sweet in the change of her.

She was no longer the utterly dependent little thing, possibly caring for him because he was big and strong and able to protect her; she was a woman, and loved him as a woman, and not because of fear or helplessness.

And then came the thrilling mystery of another thing.