the effort to conceive it. Today she had wings. The
city lay at her feet, conquered. She was mistress of
Time and Space.

Again her sidelong glance swept the lines of Jim
Anthony's massive jaw. She laughed softly.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Nothing. I'm just happy."

She blushed and wondered if he had read her
thoughts by some subtle power of clairvoyance. She was
speculating on the effects of love at first sight on
such a man. Would he hesitate, back and fill and hang
on for months trying in vain to gain the courage to
speak? Or would he spring with the leap of a young
tiger the moment he realized what he wanted?

Her own attitude was purely one of joyous
expectancy. It would, of course, be a long time before
her feelings could take any definite attitude toward a
man. For the moment she was supremely happy. It was
enough. She made no effort to probe her feelings. She
might return to earth tomorrow. Today she was in
Heaven. She would make the most of it.

They skimmed the wooded cliffs of Bay Ridge, her
heart beating in ecstasy at the revelation of beauty of
whose existence she had not dreamed.