Alexander looked about him.
"The earth is drunk with sweetness, and I see now how great joy is sib to great pain!" He shook himself.

"Come back to earth and daylight, Alexander Jardine!" He put a hand, large, strong, and shapely, over Mrs.Alison's slender ivory one.

"She, too, has long fingers, though her hand is brown.

But it is an artist hand--a picture hand--a thoughtful hand." Mrs.Alison laughed, but her eyes were tender over him.

"Oh, man! what a great forest--what an ever-rising song--is this same thing you're feeling! And so old--and so fire-new!" They walked along the terrace to the porch.