"Father, this is Mr. Bel--Smith. He flew over here this morning," and Nan suddenly remembered that she was not a wood nymph and that this mountain in Albemarle was not Helicon. Also that it was not a very usual thing for well-brought-up young ladies to go flying with strange young men before breakfast, even if strange young men did almost have Greek profiles. For the first time that morning Nan blushed. Her shyness returned. She could hardly believe that it was she, Nan Carter, who had been so bold. Her Bellerophon was plain Tom Smith and Pegasus was a very modern flying machine lying up in Josephus's pasture, that pasture on top of a prosaic mountain in Albemarle County and not Mount Helicon. The fountain of Pirene was nothing but the spring that fed the reservoir from which they got the water supply for the shower bath where those boys were making such an unearthly racket. She was not a wood nymph--there were no wood nymphs--but just a sentimental little girl of sixteen who no doubt needed a good talking to and a reprimand for being so very imprudent. What would her mother say to such an escapade? With all of Mrs. Carter's delicate spirituelle appearance there was nothing poetical in her make-up. She would never understand this talk of forgetting that one was not a wood nymph. There was more chance of the father's sympathy. Nan took the bull by the horns and plunged into her confession. "Father, I have been up in Mr. Bel--Smith's flying machine. I don't know what made me do it except I just--it was so early--I--I forgot it wasn't a flying horse." Mr. Carter looked at his little daughter with a smile of extreme tenderness. He had taken flights on Pegasus himself in days gone by. He seldom mounted him now--the burden of making a living had almost made him forget that Pegasus was not a plough horse--not quite, however, and now as his little girl stood in front of him, her hair all ruffled by her flight, her cheeks flushed and in her great brown eyes the shadow of her dream, he understood. "It is still early in the morning, honey, for you--no doubt the aeroplane is Pegasus. I envy you the experience. Everyone might not see it as I do, however, so you and Mr. Belsmith and I had better keep it to ourselves," and he shook the birdman's hand. "Smith is my name--Tom Smith," and the young man smiled into the eyes of the older man. "I am very glad to see you, and just as soon as I take this coffee to my wife, I will come and do the honors of the camp," and Robert Carter hastened off, thinking what a boon it would be to be young again in this day of flying machines. Nan found her tent about as she had left it. The inmates were still asleep. "How strange," she said to herself, "that I should have been to the top of Helicon and taken flight with Bellerophon on Pegasus while these girls have slept on not knowing a thing about it! I wonder where their astral bodies have been! Douglas looks so happy, poor dear, I fancy hers has been in heaven."