There lay the peril--and the mystery of it.
So engrossed was Aldous in his thoughts that he had come very quietly to the cabin door.

It was Joanne's voice that roused him.

Sweet and low she was singing a few lines from a song which he had never heard.
She stopped when Aldous appeared at the door.

It seemed to him that her eyes were a deeper, more wonderful blue as she looked up at him, and smiled.

She had found a towel for an apron, and was peeling potatoes.
"You will have some unusual excuses to make very soon," she greeted him.
"We had a visitor while you were gone.