All the fine, virile, masculine energy of him was aroused and rampant.

All her sweet, strong womanliness had been suddenly deepened and broadened.

In fine, he had become a man, and she woman.

Youth, life, and the love of man and woman, the strength of the hills, the depth of the ocean, and the beauty of the sky at sunset; that was what the New Year had brought to them.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "It's good-by, dear, isn't it ?" said Blix.
But Condy would not have it so.
"No, no," he told her; "no, Blix; no matter how often we separate after this wonderful New Year's Day, no matter how far we are apart, WE two shall never, never say good-by." "Oh, you're right, you're right!" she answered, the tears beginning to shine in her little dark-brown eyes.

"No; so long as we love each other, nothing matters.