Jack pressed her hand, but did not speak.

After a few moments' silence, she again said: "Perhaps you are right in your choice.

She is a goodhearted girl, Jack--but a little bold." And with this last flicker of foolish, weak humanity in her struggling spirit, she spoke no more.

When they came to her a moment later, a tiny bird that had lit upon her breast flew away; and the hand that they lifted from Carry's head fell lifeless at her side.
BARKER'S LUCK A bird twittered! The morning sun shining through the open window was apparently more potent than the cool mountain air, which had only caused the sleeper to curl a little more tightly in his blankets.

Barker's eyes opened instantly upon the light and the bird on the window ledge.