White-Throat--White-Throat--your course is flown! For this is Amochol's frontier; and by tomorrow night we enter Catharines-town--thou and I, little Lois--two Hidden Children--one hidden by the Western Gate, one by the Eastern Gate's dark threshold, 'hidden in the husks.'...How shall it be with us now, O little rosy spirit of the home-wood?
My Indians will ask.

What shall I say to them concerning you ?" "All laws break of themselves before us twain, who, having been hidden, are prepared for mating--where we will--and when....

And if the long flight be truly ended--and the home forests guard our secret--and if Tharon be God also--and His stars the altar lights--and his river-mist my veil----" She faltered, and her clear gaze became confused.

"Why should your Indians question you ?" she asked.
The last ray of the sun reddened the forest, lingered, faded, and went out in ashes.

I said: "God and Tharon are one.