The noise ceased.

Her eyes passed from the cloud of trees in the Square to the sky-all stars, and restful deep blue.

That--that was the same.

How she knew it! Orion and Ashtaroth, and Mars and the Pleiades, and the long trail of the Milky Way.

As a little child hanging in the trees, or sprawled beside a tepee, she had made friends with them all, even as she learned and loved all the signs of the earth beneath--the twist of a blade of grass, the portent in the cry of a river-hen, the colour of a star, the smell of a wind.