One, two, three--bless my soul! I'm always dropping a stitch." Aunt Winnifred, who never dropped stitches, smiled pleasantly, and answered, "Yes, indeed, and this time you have dropped a very great one." Meanwhile Arthur's great picture advanced rapidly.

Diana, who had looked only like a portrait of Hope Wayne looking out of a cloud, was now more fully completed.

She was still bending from the clouds indeed, but there was more and more human softness in the face every time he touched it.
And lo! he had found at last Endymion.

He lay upon a grassy knoll.

Long whispering tufts sighed around his head, which rested upon the very summit of the mountain.