Audrey

It was the same wood, surely, into which she had run two hours before, and

yet--and yet--When her tears were spent, and she stood up, leaning, with

her loosened hair and her gown that was the color of oak bark, against the

beech-tree, she looked about her and wondered. The wonder did not last,

for she found an explanation.

"It has been blessed," said Audrey, with all reverence and simplicity,

"and that is why the light is so different."