mind was in Albemarle. How far away it seemed! Just three nights ago she had danced at the Merriweathers' ball, and George had held her hand as she leaned over the balcony.
"If you can bring yourself back for a moment, Becky, to present company," her grandfather was saying, "you can tell Mr. Cope whether you will walk with us to-morrow to Tom Never's."
"I'd love it."
"Really?" Cope asked. "You are sure you won't be too tired?"
"Not in this air. I feel as if I could walk forever."
"How about a bit of a walk to-night—up to the bluff? Is it too late, Admiral?"
"Not for you two. I'll finish my pipe, and read my papers."
The young people followed the line of the bluff until they came to an open space which looked towards the east. To the left of them was the ridge with a young moon hanging low above it, and straight ahead, brighter than the moon, whitening the heavens, stretching out and out until it reached the sailors in their ships, was the Sankaty light.
"I always come out to look at it before I go to bed," said Cope; "it is such a living thing, isn't it?"
The wind was rising and they could hear the