"Yes," she said.

"It feels like that--as if one had forgotten.

Sometimes when I have been in the woods alone or drifting far out on the water, where there was no sound but its own voice, it has seemed as if I had only to think--hard--hard--in order to remember! Only one never does." "But one may--there is always the chance.

I fancied I was near it once--in a shell hole.

The stars were big and close and the earth seemed light and ready to float away.