"You forgot your hat and goggles," she said as she noticed his blue eyes and the closely cropped brown hair that looked as though it had to be very closely cropped to keep it from curling. "That's so! Some day maybe I shall go back after them. Now shall we fly to 'Frisco? How about High Olympus? Remember we are on Pegasus now and he can take us wherever we want to go." "Breakfast first," drawled Nan. "Come with me and I can feed you on nectar and ambrosia." "Oh what a wonderful wood nymph! She understands that mortal man cannot feed on poetry alone." They glided to the plateau and landed again by the great rock. "This is a wonderful place to light," said the birdman. "And now, fair mountain nymph, please tell me who you are when you are not a nymph--and what you are doing on the top of a lonely mountain before the sun is up." "Nan Carter! And if you think this is a lonely mountain, you ought to try to get by yourself for a few minutes on it. Before sunrise, on the tip top point, is the only place where one can be alone a minute----" "And then great creatures come swooping down out of the clouds and carry you off. It was very kind of you to go with me." "Kind of me! Oh, Mr. Bellerophon, I never can thank you enough for taking me. I have never been so happy in all my life. It is perfect, all but the noise-- I do wish it wouldn't click and buzz so. I know Pegasus did not make such a fuss--only the swish of his wings could be heard and sometimes, as the maiden said, the brisk and melodious neigh." "Don't you want to know my name, too, Miss Nan Carter? I have a name I use sometimes when I am not mounted on Pegasus." "I don't want to know it at all, but perhaps my mother, who is chaperoning the camp and who is rather particular, might think Mr. Bellerophon sounded rather wily Greekish." The young man laughed. Such a nice laugh it was that Nan could not help thinking it sounded rather like a melodious neigh. He was possessed of very even white teeth and a Greek profile, at least it started out to be Greek but changed its mind when it got to the tip of his nose which certainly turned up a bit. On the whole he was a very pleasant, agreeable-looking young man, tall and broad-shouldered, clean-limbed and athletic-looking. What Nan liked most about him were his eyes and his hands. "I hate to tell you my name, wood nymph. It sounds so commonplace after what we have done this morning. I am afraid when you hear it you will simply knock on one of these great oak trees and a door will open and you will disappear from my eyes forever." "Not before breakfast," drawled Nan. "But you must tell me your name before breakfast because I shall have to introduce you to the others." "What others? Not more wood nymphs!" "More Carters--and week-enders!"