We are an adventurous civilization. There is already talk of exploring the depths--finding the Middge. There will be books of sociology written upon the strange Gian civilization. I have no more than hinted at it. Already there is much controversy. It has been said that Rhana was the personification of all womanhood if given unlimited power. I think that is unjust to womanhood. In every age and every race there have been bad men and good men--bad women and good women. There was Rhana--and there was Nereid. A river flows beneath these windows of the house where Polly and I are living. It murmurs its endless song. Arturo and Nereid are no more than half a mile up its stream. They often come past in a boat--sometimes swimming down, with the boat floating after them. They went past like that this evening, just a short while ago. Polly was here with me then--pushing aside these pages to sit with me and watch the moonlight on the river. And Arturo and Nereid came swimming past. They looked up and saw us. They waved. Nereid’s hair streamed out long and tawny in the silver rippling water; her face was laughing as she flung up her arm toward us and dived after Arturo. THE END.