flower head back against the wistaria vine,

And the great breath that Doctor Thomas Mayberry of Providence drew
might have cracked the breast of a giant. In this world no record is
kept of the great moments when a private individual's universe
collides with his far star and of the crash that ensues.

"I rather thought you meant another--another kind of fate. I was
preparing for confidences," he managed to say in a very small voice
for so large a man.

"Mais, non, Monsieur, jamais--never!" she exclaimed quickly. "I--I--
have been tempted to think sometimes I might like that sort--of a--
fate, but I haven't had the time. It was work, work, sleep, eat,
live for the voice! And--and once or twice it has seemed worth
while. My debut night in Paris when I sang the Juliette waltz-song-
just the moment when I realized I could use it as I would and always
more volume--and the people! And again the night in New York when I
had made it incarnate Elizabeth as she sings to Tannhauser--the
night it went away." And as she spoke she dropped her head on her
arms folded across her knees.

"Have you picked out the song you are going to sing first when it
comes back?" demanded the very young Doctor with a quick note of
tenderness in his voice, still under a marvelous control.

"Yes," she answered as she turned her head and peeped up at him with
shining eyes, a delicious little burr of a laugh in her throat,
"Rings on my fingers, bells on my toes, for Teether Pike. He is wild
about my humming it, and dances with his absurd, chubby little legs