The anger went out of Benjamin's face, and there came better feelings into his soul.
The music breathed of the Rhine, of vineyards and festivals, but he understood it not; to him it recalled the mysterious legends of the Umatillas, the mysteries of life, and the glory of the heroes who slept on the island of the dead or amid the sweetly sighing branches of the trees.

The air was the _Traumerei_.
When the music ceased there was a long silence.

In it Mrs.Woods turned away slowly, with a word of advice to Gretchen that under other circumstances would have appeared amusing: "Behave yourself like a lady," she said, "and remember your bringing up.
Good-morning to ye all." The little group watched her as she moved safely away.

A little black bear crossed her path as she was entering the wood, and stopped on the way.

But her steps were growing rapid, and, as she did not seem to regard him as a matter of any consequence, he turned and ran.