"Did you expect me to meet you?" she smiled. For answer he looked
at her thoughtfully a minute before his own face lighted with a
bright smile.

"I don't think I thought of your not being there," he confessed.
"I was simply moving all morning toward the instant of meeting. I
had a mental picture of you, always before my eyes, and when you
stood up there, it was just my picture come real!"

"If THIS is real!" she said, musingly. "Sometimes my thoughts get
so--so mixed," she added, "that I feel as if Alix and the valley--
and Martin especially--were all a dream, and this the true thing."

"I know how you feel!" Peter answered. He watched her, almost with
anxiety, for a moment, then turned his attention to the bill of
fare. But Cherry was not hungry, and she paid small attention to
the order, or to the food when it came.

Presently they were talking again, in that hunger for self-
analysis that is a part of new love. They thrilled at every word,
Cherry raising her eyes, shining with eagerness, to his, or Peter
watching the little down-dropped face in an agony of adoration. An
hour passed, two hours, after awhile they were walking, still with
that strange sense of oneness and of solitude, and still as easily
as if they had been floating, to the ferry.

Alix met them in Mill Valley with vivid accounts of the day; she
had been pondering the brief talk with Anne, and was anxious to
have Peter's view of it. Peter was of the opinion that Anne's