It bubbled in her, a natural spring, that ever flowed again even after the worst storms had forced it from its course.
She even laughed to herself as she prepared to join Billy.

Life was good,--oh yes, life was good! And home and the trials thereof were many miles away.

Who could be unhappy for long in such a world as this, where the air sparkled like champagne, and the magic of it ran riot in the blood?
The black mood passed away from her spirit like a cloud.

She threw on cap and coat and ran to join the merry-makers..