It was for that I played." "You played to help me ?" he asked wonderingly.
She nodded.

"I thought it might--if I could get enough of the mountains into my music, you know." "And will you dance for me, sometimes too ?" he asked.
She shook her head.

"I cannot tell about that.

You see, I only dance when I must--when the music, somehow, doesn't seem quite enough.

When I--when I"-- she searched for a word, then finished abruptly--"oh, I can't tell you about it--it's just something you feel--there are no words for it.