beautiful head, the slender, crossed ankles were always a picture.

"You are like a boat just reaching harbour," Alix said,
sympathetically. "Sails furled, anchor down, just resting."

"I feel like one," Cherry answered, lifting lazy blue eyes. "A
month of this will make me over!"

"A month!" the older sister echoed, indignantly, disappearing
kitchenward on some errand. Presently the supper table was laid at
Cherry's side, bees shot like bullets through the garden, birds
settled for the night. Supper was ready; still there was no haste,
no stir, no apparent effort.

Alix came to her own porch chair for the long twilight. She
brought Cherry a fluffy shawl; they were almost silent, and as the
last light faded from the hills, and the valleys were flooded with
violet shadow, the mountain chill came down, and the stars and the
valley lights began to prick the dark.

The sisters came in blinking, in the old way, and in the old way
were amazed to see that the clock's hands stood at ten.

"And I meant you to go early to bed!" Alix exclaimed, but Cherry
with her good-night kiss answered gratefully:

"Ah, but I feel that I am going to sleep to-night! I've not been
sleeping well--"

"Haven't?" Alix asked, in quick concern.