All through the day it tripped through his consciousness, and danced tantalizingly just out of reach.

Yet he was wonderfully happy, and the day seemed short in spite of the heat and the weariness.
At four o'clock he hurried home and put his violin quickly in tune.

It came then--that dancing sprite of tantalization--and joyously abandoned itself to the strings of the violin, so that David knew, of a surety, what a beautiful song it was.
It was this song that sent him the next afternoon to see his Lady of the Roses.

He found her this time out of doors in her garden.
Unceremoniously, as usual, he rushed headlong into her presence.
"Oh, Lady--Lady of the Roses," he panted.

"I've found out, and I came quickly to tell you." "Why, David, what--what do you mean ?" Miss Holbrook looked unmistakably startled.
"About the hours, you know,--the unclouded ones," explained David eagerly.