"Nobody ever does," she said drearily. "And every one is hunting it." They were silent for a moment, the girl thinking of how she too had gone after a vanishing rainbow. Then the memory of that vision of the first Sunday morning in Algonquin church came to her. There was a rainbow somewhere, with the treasure at the foot; one that did not vanish either if one persisted in its pursuit. She tried to say something of this to Roderick, fearing her sombre words had set him to recalling her secret. "I suppose it is perfect happiness," he said. "If so, I never met any one who had found it, except--yes, I believe I know one." "Who?" she asked eagerly. "My father," answered Roderick gently. "I have heard of him," she said, smiling at the glow of pride in the son's eyes. "And where did he discover it?" Roderick laughed. "I suppose it's in the heart, after all; but my father is never so happy as when he is in the midst of misery. His pot of gold seems to lie down on Willow Lane." "On Willow Lane? Why that's where all those dreadfully poor, dirty people live, isn't it?" "Yes. They are an unsavoury bunch down there. That's where Mr. and Mrs. Cassidy throw the household furniture at each other, and Billy Perkins starves his family for drink, and where the celebrated Peter McDuff plays the fiddle every night at the tavern. He might have serenaded you, if you had gone back home by the road." She smiled gratefully and her smile was very beautiful. But her thoughts were in Willow Lane. There were worse things there that Roderick did not mention, but she had heard of them. It was a strange and wonderful thing that the saintly-faced old man with the white hair, whom she had seen with Roderick at church, should find his happiness among such people. Roderick had paddled as slowly as it was possible to move, but he could not prolong the little voyage any further. They were at the landing. "I have made you come away back here," she said, "and now you will be so late getting home. I must let you go back at once. Good night, and thank you." Roderick had been hoping that he might walk up to Rosemount with her, but felt he was dismissed. He wanted, too, to ask her if she would not come out on the lake again, but his shyness kept him silent.