Ruddy knelt and struck a match; tongues of scarlet spurted. The camp-fire became a beating heart in this citadel of gray-green loneliness. Desire lay curled among withered leaves, her face flushed with sleep, her lips parted. At sound of the fire snapping and cracking, she stirred and opened her eyes slowly. “Oh, don’t leave me. Where are you going?” “To have a swim,” they told her. “But mayn’t I come? I promise to sit with my back turned. I promise not to look, honestly.” Behind a holly, within sight of the pond, they left her. “Oh, dear, I wish I were a boy,” she pouted. “Boys have fathers and they can bathe and--and they can do almost everything.” While they undressed, she kept on talking. “It’s the same as if you weren’t there, when I can’t see you. Splash loud when you get into the water.” As she heard them enter, “Splash louder,” she commanded. “Girls don’t have to be truthful. If you don’t make a noise I’ll look round.” “Pooh! Look round. Who cares!” cried Ruddy. “No, don’t--not yet,” shouted Teddy. Then the sound of their laughter came to her, of the long cool stretch of arms plunging deep and panting growing always more distant. She couldn’t resist. The babies came into her eyes and her finger went up to her mouth. She turned and saw two sleek heads, bobbing and diving among anchored lilies. Beneath the water’s surface, as though buried beneath a sheet of glass, the ghost of the wood lay shrouded. Trees crowded down to the mossy edge to gaze timidly at the wonder of their own reflection. Across the pond flies zigzagged, leaving a narrow wake behind them. A fish leapt joyously and curved in a streak of silver. With his chin resting in the highest branches, the sun stared roundly and smiled a challenge. “I will be a boy,” she whispered rebelliously. Her arms flew up and circled about her neck. Lest her daring should go from her, she commenced unbuttoning in a tremendous hurry. “Hi, Princess, what are you doing?” She was busy drawing off her stockings. “I say, but you can’t do that.” “No, you can’t do that.” The scandalized duet of protests continued. Her knight-errants watched her aghast. Sullen gray eyes glared defiance at them; yet they weren’t altogether sullen, for a glint of mischief hid in their depths. “I am doing it. You daren’t come out to stop me.” “We’ll come out if you’ll promise to turn round. We’ll do anything, Princess. You can have the pond all to yourself.” “Don’t want the pond all to myself, stupids.” She began to slip off her petticoat. Two shocked backs were turned on her. As the boys retreated further into the lilies, their pleadings reached her in spasms. Their agony at the thought of violated conventions made her relentless.