DESTINY Over the rocks went the stranger with the careless speed of youth, humming to himself in a soft tenor, his brown face turned to the sun.

The pleasant smile was still upon it.

He had the look of one in whose eyes all things are good.
Ahead of him gleamed the towel with the sandals upon it, sandals that might have been fashioned for fairy feet.

He quickened his pace at sight of them.

But she was charming, this English child! He had never before seen anyone quite so dainty.