She made up her mind, standing there in the soft light of the dawn, that she would bend his iron will to her own in the growing, sweet intimacy of their married life and threw her fears to the winds.
The thin, fleecy clouds that hung over the low range of the eastern foreground were all aglow now, with every tint of the rainbow, while the sun's bed beyond the hills was flaming in scarlet and gold.
She clapped her hands in ecstasy.
“Jim! Jim, dear!”
He made no response, and she rushed to his side and whispered:
“You must see this sunrise—get up quick, quick, dear. It's wonderful.”
“What's the matter?” he muttered.
“The sunrise over the mountains—quick—it's glorious.”
His heavy eyelids drooped and closed. He dropped on the pillow and buried his face out of sight.
“Ah, Jim dear, do come—just to please me.”