Thine, thine, alone!"
A low tap at his door at last aroused him. The door was partly opened, and a little hand threw in a half-opened spray of monthly-rosebuds.
"There's something to remind you that you are yet in the body!" said a voice in the entry. "If you are rested, I'll let you come down, now."
And Clayton heard the light footsteps tripping down the stairs. He roused himself, and, after some little attention to his toilet, appeared on the veranda.
"Tea has been waiting for some time," said Nina. "I thought I'd give you a hint."
"I was lying very happy, hearing you sing," said Clayton. "You may sing me that song again."
"Was I singing?" said Nina; "why I didn't know it! I believe that's my way of thinking, sometimes. I'll sing to you again, after tea. I like to sing."
After tea they were sitting again in the veranda, and the whole heavens were one rosy flush of filmy clouds.
"How beautiful!" said Nina. "It seems to me I've enjoyed these things, this summer, as I never have before. It seemed as if I felt an influence from them going through me, and filling me, as the light does those clouds."