If in those exquisite moments she remembered Anthony, she gave no sign. Somewhere, perhaps, down there in the darkness, was a weary man working; there were sick people; pain was there and suffering. But such things belonged to an existence in which she had no part. It was as if she had died, and, rising above the earth, looked pityingly on those who still struggled and strove. She had a sudden whimsical memory of a Sunday-school song which had appealed to her childish imagination: "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. "I used to sing it in Sunday-school," Bettina explained. "So did I," and these simple sentences, in their uplifted mood, seemed fraught with great meaning. They were beyond the harbor now. Ahead of them and to the right was the open sea; to the left, the town, with its church steeples like pin points beneath them, its most imposing buildings no bigger than mushrooms. "Are we so very high?" "Not so high, perhaps, as it seems to you. It is perfectly safe." On and on they went, leaving the lighthouse behind them, leaving behind them the harbor and the town, passing, finally, the great forest through which they had raced in the rain. Then Justin had asked, "Do you remember?" And Bettina had answered, "Shall I ever forget?" The gulls circled below them, uttering mewing cries. It was as if they protested against the intrusion of this bird man and bird woman in a realm which had belonged to winged things since the world began. They came presently to a long and lonely stretch of beach, above which Justin sailed, low, and, relaxing his vigilance for the first time, he began his eager wooing--all fire and rapture. And Bettina trembled--and listened. It seemed to her that throughout her life she had waited to hear that which Justin was saying to her now.