This beauty and strangeness of familiar scenes under the silver glamour of the moon gave her, as it were, an assurance of other delights and beauties of life besides those which she already knew, and along with the assurance came that wild yearning.

Ellen seemed to scent her honey of life, and at the same time the hunger for it leaped to her consciousness.

She had begun by thinking of what Abby had said to her that afternoon, and then the train of thought led her on and on.

She quite ignored all about the sordid ways and means of existence, about toil and privation and children born to it.

All at once the conviction was strong upon her that love, and love alone, was the chief end and purpose of life, at once its source and its result, the completion of its golden ring of glory.