"Why?"
"Because you feel that you must get up high enough to flap your wings."
"I could do that on a barn-yard fence, couldn't I—like Chantecler, and make the sun rise?"
"You could never get up early enough."
"I flew past your window at six."
"How did you know it was my window?"
Justin glanced down at her. Her soft white hat was pulled low, so that it almost hid her eyes, but through the veil he could see that they were softly shining. Her lips were red, and her cheeks touched by the wind with vivid color.
"I knew—because my heart told me," he said, ardently.
But she did not blush. "You knew it because you know which is Diana's guest room," she stated.
"Were you awake?"