But she was there, living, breathing, _alive_! A sudden impulse made him draw the picture from his pocket.

He held it down behind a bale, so that Father Roland would not chance to see it if he looked back.

He unwrapped the picture, and ceased to puff at his pipe.
The Girl was wonderful to-day, under the sunlight and the blue halo of the skies, and she wanted to speak to him.

That thought always came to him first of all when he looked at her.

She wanted to speak.