"I shall have wings, I shall have wings,
I shall have wings, some day——"
Years ago she had sung it with a half hundred enthusiastic youngsters. Her vision, then, had dealt, somewhat hazily, with golden crowns, with plumed pinions, and with ultimate bliss; but never had her imagination compassed such a moment as this!
Above the noise of the motor Justin was aware of the lilt of her fresh young voice:
"I shall have wings, I shall have wings——"
The humming wires keyed the hackneyed tune to a sort of celestial harmony:
"Bright wings of love, from God above,
To bear my glad soul away——"
Justin glanced down at her rapt face.
"Do you like it?"
"It is—heaven!"
As she again took up the little song, he joined in, and they finished the last verse triumphantly; then they looked at each other and laughed.