all think of the joy of over half the earth � seeing it again out of darkness every morning sometimes when i ve been up all night with a patient and have seen the world back to like that i ve been almost mad with its beauty and then the thought thai the fruit op the tree i ve never seen more than a little corner of it makes me feel as if i were chained but i think if i had wings i should choose to be a house swallow and then after had my fill of wonders i should come back to my familiar comer and my house full of busy people and fly low to warn them of rain and wheel up high to show them it was good weather and know what was going on in every room in the house and every house in the village and all the while i should be my wonderful big secret � the secret of snow plains and burning deserts and coral islands and buried cities � and should put it all into my chatter under the that the people in the house were always too busy to stop and listen to� and when winter came i m sure i should hate to leave them even to go back to my great forests full of and but in winter you could take care of the the practical suggested yes � and that would remind me of home cried swinging al out to pinch the little girl s chin she was in one of the moods when the spirit of life caught her in its grip and shook and tossed her on its mighty waves as a sea bird is tossed through the spray of fl ing at such moments all the light and music of the world seemed into her veins and forced up in of laughter to her lips and the fruit of the tree eyes had never seen her thus and be watched her with the sense of which the contact of gaiety brings to a mind obscured failure and self distrust the world was not so dark a place after if such springs of merriment could well up in a heart as sensitive aa hers to the burden and toil of existence isn t it strange she went on with a sudden drop to gravity that the bird whose wings carry him farthest and show him the most wonderful things is the one who always comes back to the and is happiest in the of life her eyes met s it seems to me he said that you re like that yourself moving long flights yet happiest in the thick of life she raised her dark brows so i imagine � but then you see i ve never had the long flight smiled ah there it is � one never knows � one never says this i� tlie moment because however good it is it always seems the door to a better one beyond never said it till the end when he d nothing left of all he began by thinking worth while and then with what a difference it was said she pondered yes � but it the best after all � the moment in which he had nothing left oh broke in suddenly do look at the the fruit of the tree up there see father � he s oflf let s follow him as she crouched there with head thrown back and sparkling lips and eyes her fair hair � of her mother s very hue � making a shining haze about her face recalled the winter evening at when he and had the grey under the snowy scarcely three years ago � and how bitter memory had turned a chilly cloud spread over his spirit thing once more to the leaden hue of reality it s too late for any more adventures � we must be going he said xx s morning excursions with his daughter and miss renewed themselves more than once he welcomed any pretext for escaping from the round of his thoughts and these with their gay of search for some rare plant or bird and the contact the child s happy wonder and with the morning brightness of s mood gave him his only moments of self forgetfulness but the first time tliat s chatter carried home an echo of their adventures saw a cloud on his wife s face her resentment of s influence the fruit of the tree over the child had long since subsided and in the temporary absence of the she was glad to have amused but she was never quite satisfied that those about her should have pursuits and in which she did not share her jealousy did not itself on her husband and miss had never shown any inclination for the society of other women and if the possibility bad been suggested to her she would probably have said that was not in his style � so is a pretty woman apt to be of the of tastes but saw that she felt herself excluded from amusements in which she had no desire to join and of which she consequently failed to see the purpose and he gave up accompanying his as if in acknowledgment of his rose earlier in order to their rides together dr had her against the fatigue of following the hounds and she instinctively turned their horses away from the course the hunt was likely to take but now and then the cry of the pack or the flash of red on a distant slope sent the blood to her face and made her press her mare to a gallop when they escaped such she showed no great zest in the exercise and their rides resolved themselves into a middle aged along the autumn lanes the fruit op the tree iq the early days of their marriage the 