She must know the truth as--" His eye fell at that instant on a humming-bird, a gleaming jewel of changing sapphire that, poised on half-invisible wings, floated in a bar of sunlight before a sprig of pink honeysuckle.

"-- As that bird knows the flowers where the honey lies." "Where do you expect to find this paragon ?" As if in answer, the humming-bird suddenly caught sight of the red rose in her dress, and, darting to it, thrust its bill deep into the crimson heart of the flower.

They both gave an exclamation of delighted wonder.
"I have found her," he said firmly, leaning a little toward her, with mantling cheeks and close-drawn lips, his glowing eyes on her face.

"The bird has found her for me." The bird darted away.
"Ah, it is gone! What will you give her in return ?" She turned to him, and spoke half mockingly, wishing to get off such delicate ground.
He turned and gazed into her eyes.
"'Worship without end.'" There was that in his face that made her change color.

She looked away and began to think of her own ideal.