When it rains I put the dishes out on a flat rock, dirty side up, and the good Lord does the scrubbing." He looked at Joanne, face and eyes aglow with the happiness that was sweeping in a mighty tumult within him.

Half an hour had worked a transformation in Joanne.

There was no longer a trace of anguish or of fear in her eyes.

Their purity and limpid beauty made him think of the rock violets that grew high up on the mountains.

Her lips and cheeks were flushed, and the soft pressure of her hand again resting on his arm filled him with the exquisite thrill of possession and joy.