Intermingled with them came the dog's bark of defiance as he digged for an escaping chipmunk, his note of pleading when he wanted a root cut with the mattock, his cry of discovery when he thought he had found something the Harvester would like, or his yelp of warning when he scented danger.

The Girl looked down the drive to the lake and across at the hedge.

Everywhere she saw glowing colour, with intermittent blue sky and green leaves, all of it a complete picture, from which nothing could be spared.

She turned slowly and looked toward the marsh, trying to hear the words of the song above the ripple of Singing Water, and to see the form of the man.

Slowly she lifted her handkerchief and pressed it against her lips, as she whispered in an awed voice, "My gracious Heaven, is THAT the kind of a kiss he is expecting me to give HIM?
Why, I couldn't----not to save my life." She placed her brushes in water, set the colour box on the paper, and went to the kitchen to prepare the noon lunch.