Kate stood a moment longer, looking at him, measuring him.
"How splendid to be a man," she called. "But I'm glad I'm a woman," she supplemented hastily.
"Not half so glad as I, Kate, my mate,--not a thousandth part so glad as I."
She held out her arms to him. He gave a great laugh and plunged down the path. Kate swept her glance once more over the dark beauty of the mountain-tops--her splendid world, wrought with illimitable joy in achievement by the Maker of Worlds,--and turning, ran down the great rock that led to the trail.