ed the porch and descended the steps which led to the
beach. She wore a yellow bathing cap and yellow shoes. George walked to
the top of the bluff and watched her. She threw off the cape, and stood
slim and striking for a moment before she dived into the sea. She swam
splendidly. It was very cold, and George wondered how she endured it.
When she came running back up the steps and across the porch, she was
wrapped in the cape. She was rather handsome in a queer dark way. "It
was cold," she said, as she passed George.

He took a step forward. "You were brave----"

She stopped and shrugged her shoulders. "One gets warm," she said, "in a
moment."

She left him, and he went in to lunch. He stopped at the desk on the way
out. "I have changed my mind. My man will bring my bags to-morrow."

It was still too early for the 'bus, so George walked back up the
bluff, turning at last towards the left. Crossing a grassy space, there
was ahead of him a ridge which marked the edge of the moor. A little fog
was blowing in, and mistily through the fog he saw a figure which moved
as light as smoke above the eminence. It was a woman dancing.

As he came nearer, he saw that she wore gray with a yellow sash. Her
yellow cape lay on the ground. "I am not sure," George said, as he
stopped beside her, "whether you are a pixie or a mermaid."

"Look," she said, smiling, "I'll show you what I am----"

She began with a light swaying motion, like a leaf stirred by a breeze.
Then, whipped into action, she ran before the pursuing elements. She
cowered, and registered defiance. Her loosened hair hung heavy about her
shoulders, then wound itself about her, as she whirled in a cyclone of
movement. Beaten to the ground, she rose languidly, swayed again to that
light step and stopped.

Then she came close to George. "You see," she said, "I am not a pixie or
a mermaid. I am the spirit of the storm."

CHAPTER XV

THE TRUMPETER SWAN

I

The Admiral's rheumatism had taken Becky to Boston. "There'll be
treatments every morning," he said, "and we'll invite the Copes to visit
us, and they will look after you while I am away."

The Copes were delighted. "Only it seems like an imposition----"

"The house is big enough for an army," the Admiral told them; "that's
what we built houses for in the old days. To have our friends. Charles,
my butler, and his wife, Miriam, who cooks, stay in the house the year
round, so it is always open and ready."