"There! I've lost one of my precious hair-pins!" I neglected the boat and had the sail spilling the wind again and again, such was my delight in following her every movement as she searched through the blankets for the pin.

I was surprised, and joyfully, that she was so much the woman, and the display of each trait and mannerism that was characteristically feminine gave me keener joy.

For I had been elevating her too highly in my concepts of her, removing her too far from the plane of the human, and too far from me.

I had been making of her a creature goddess-like and unapproachable.

So I hailed with delight the little traits that proclaimed her only woman after all, such as the toss of the head which flung back the cloud of hair, and the search for the pin.