no place -- no end -- to reach." She looked
back over her shoulder toward the west,
where the trees marked the sky line, and an
expression of loss and dissatisfaction came
over her face. "You see," she said, apolo-
getically, "I'm used to different things -- to
the mountains. I have never been where I
could not see them before in my life."

"Ah, I see! I suppose it is odd to look
up and find them not there."

"It's like being lost, this not having any-
thing around you. At least, I mean," she
continued slowly, as if her thought could
not easily put itself in words, -- "I mean
it seems as if a part of the world had been
taken down. It makes you feel lonesome,
as if you were living after the world had
begun to die."

"You'll get used to it in a few days. It
seems very beautiful to me here. And then
you will have so much life to divert you."

"Life? But there is always that every-
where."

"I mean men and women."