"Listen, Jack," she said.
He lifted his head.
"Rain!" he whispered. "Good night, Mister Fire. Hooray!"
"I brought it," Stella murmured sleepily. "I wished it on Roaring Lake to-night."
Then she slipped her arm about his neck, and drew his face down to her breast with a tender fierceness, and closed her eyes with a contented sigh.
THE END