Oh, I wonder!" The sound of the whispered words, the question, the inevitableness of something involuntary, proved traitors to her happy dreams, her assurance, her composure.

She tried to burrow under the hay, to hide from that tremendous bright-blue eye, the sky.

Suddenly she lay very quiet, feeling the strange glow and throb and race of her blood, sensing the mystery of her body, trying to trace the thrills, to control this queer, tremulous, internal state.

But she found she could not think clearly; she could only feel.

And she gave up trying.