These glimpses had added point and colour to all the mystical fancies that clustered round the helmsman of the yacht.

She hardly believed that some guardian spirit was protecting her in visible semblance, or that some human Prince Charming, more kingly and wise than any man that she had yet seen, had chosen this peculiar mode of courting her; but her wish was the father of thoughts that fluttered between these two explanations, and hope was fed by the conviction that no man who could see her every day if he chose would behave in this romantic manner.
So upon this evening it happened that when Helen, poised upon her toes and beating the time of imaginary music with her waving hand, caught sight of the Baby's white flannels through the dark window pane, she recognised the figure of her dreams and, having long ago made up her mind what to do when she had the chance, she ran to the French window without an instant's delay, and let herself out of it with graceful speed.
The Baby, panic-stricken, felt but one desire, that she might never know who had played the spy.

He threw himself over the verandah rail with an acrobat's skill, and with head in front and nimble feet he darted off under the maple trees: but he had to reckon with an agile maiden.

Helen had grown tired of a fruitless dream.

A crescent moon gave her enough light to pursue; lights of friendly houses on all sides assured her of safety.
Over the log fence into the pasture vaulted the Baby, convinced now that he had escaped.