Richard More had not married until he was thirty-five. Eleanor was twenty-six. It had not been easy to win her. She had her tutoring to do.... He took her away from her home town—into his kitchen. But he knew she was happy—far happier than she had been in her little world that looked up to her.... As for himself, he felt as if he moved in a new world—a great world that stretched through leagues—to the moon—or the sun.... The pipe-dreams of old days seemed like hen-coop dreams in the spaces in Eleanor’s mind. Each day he began exploration anew; and each day, in the little circle of her being, he seemed to sweep out into the world—great cosmic paths, and tracks of stars and shining spaces.... She came from the kitchen, smoothing down the sleeves of her gown and casting a last look at the table. “Too many forks!” she said. She removed one from each plate, and put it back in its place—neatly in its compartment in the drawer of the shining sideboard. V A MONTH later he hurried home one day from work. It was Saturday noon, and a half-holiday for him. She was finishing her luncheon. The light in the half-darkened dining-room seemed to him mysterious and cool as he came in from the street outside. She looked up in surprise. “You are home early!” He glanced at her plate. “Through luncheon?” “Almost—Do you want something?” “No. I’ve had mine—Let’s go off somewhere!” In ten minutes she was ready and they left the house. He tucked the key in his vest pocket and they hurried across the lawn to catch an outgoing car. As he passed the oak-tree he glanced at it with a knowing smile. He might almost have been said to wag his head at it. And he patted the pocket where the key lay.... Close beside the key were five round golden disks—little yellow disks that might at any minute turn into great gold dragons. They left the car at a fork in the road and were in the open country; they climbed a high hill, and a hill behind the high hill, and came out at last upon a bluff overlooking miles of country. She took off her hat and sat down with a happy sigh, lifting her face to the breeze that came across the hill. “Isn’t it good!” He nodded, without speaking. His eyes were on the mountains in the distance. His heart was talking to five gold coins that lay just over it and caused it to beat in a jolly happy rhythm. He put out a hand and touched hers. “Something nice has happened today!” he said. She turned her eyes to him. “I think this is pretty nice!” Her hand swept all the reach of space about them. “Guess,” he said teasingly. “Something we want?” “Of course. More than anything in the world,” he said after a minute. She turned her eyes on him gravely. She looked at him a full minute. “How do you know that?” she said softly.