penniless. And there was always the old enemy, more
relentless than the others. It was long since he had wished
anything or desired anything beyond the necessities of the
body. Now that he was tempted to hope for another, he
felt alarmed and shook his head.

It was his pupil's power of application, her rugged will,
that interested him. He had lived for so long among people
whose sole ambition was to get something for nothing that
he had learned not to look for seriousness in anything. Now
that he by chance encountered it, it recalled standards, am-
bitions, a society long forgot. What was it she reminded
him of? A yellow flower, full of sunlight, perhaps. No; a
thin glass full of sweet-smelling, sparkling Moselle wine. He
seemed to see such a glass before him in the arbor, to watch
the bubbles rising and breaking, like the silent discharge
of energy in the nerves and brain, the rapid florescence in
young blood--Wunsch felt ashamed and dragged his slip-
pers along the path to the kitchen, his eyes on the ground.

V


The children in the primary grades were sometimes
required to make relief maps of Moonstone in sand.
Had they used colored sands, as the Navajo medicine men