Then his heart and breath stopped an instant.

Beside the dog walked the Girl, one hand on his head the other holding the flowing white robe around her and grasping one of the Harvester's lilies.

His first thought was sheer amazement that she was not afraid, for it was evident now that the backlog had awakened her, and she had taken the dog and gone to her mother.

Then she had followed the path leading down the hill, around the cabin, and into the sheet of moonlight gilding the shore.

She stood there gazing over the lake, oblivious to all things save the entrancing allurement of a perfect spring night beside undulant water.