I loved it--that, and swimming.

Yes, I will teach you." Father Roland went out of the room a moment later, chuckling mysteriously, with the four gloves hugged against the pit of his stomach.
David followed a little later, all his belongings in one of the leather bags.

For some time he had hesitated over the portrait of the Girl; twice he had shut the lock on it; the third time he placed it in the big, breast pocket inside the coat Father Roland had provided for him, making a mental apology for that act by assuring himself that sooner or later he would show the picture to the Missioner, so would want it near at hand.

Father Roland had disposed of the gloves, and introduced David to the rest of his equipment when he came from the cabin.

It was very business-like, this accoutrement that was to be the final physical touch to his transition; it did not allow of skepticism; about it there was also a quiet and cold touch of romance.