e never been there and I'd like to go."

So they followed the course of the stream, and the fresh air brought a
faint colour into her cheeks. As the giant of old gained strength from
his mother earth, Iris revived in the sunshine. The long period of
inactivity demanded exertion to balance it.

"It is lovely," she said. "It seems good to be moving around again."

"I'll take you every day," returned Lynn, "if you'll only come. I want
to see you happy again."

"I shall never be as happy as I was," she sighed. "No one is the same
after a sorrow like mine."

"I suppose not," answered Lynn. "We are always changing. No one can go
back of to-day and be the same as he was yesterday. I often think that
old Greek philosopher was right when he said that the one thing common
to all life was change."

"Which one was he?"

"Heraclitus, I think. Anyhow, he was a clever old duck."

Iris smiled. "I have sometimes thought ducks were philosophers," she
said, "but it never occurred to me that philosophers were ducks."

Lynn laughed heartily, thoroughly pleased with himself because Iris
seemed so much better. "We don't want to go too far," he said. "I
wouldn't tire you for anything. Shall we go back?"

"No--not yet. Isn't there a marsh up here somewhere?"

"I should think there would be."

"Then let's keep on and see if we don't find it. I feel as though I were
exploring a new country. It's strange that I've never been here before,
isn't it?"

"It's because I wasn't here to take you, but you'll always have me now.
You and I and mother are all going to live together. Won't that be
nice?"

"Yes," answered Iris, but her voice sounded far away and her eyes
filled.

Late afternoon flooded the earth with gold, and from distant fields came
the drowsy hum and whir of the fairy folk with melodious wings. The
birds sang cheerily, butterflies floated in the fragrant air, and it was
difficult to believe that in all the world there was such a thing as
Death.

"I'm not going to let you go any farther," said Lynn. "You'll be tired."

"No, I won't, and besides, I want to see the marsh."

"My dear girl, you couldn't see it--you could only stand on the edge of
it."

"Well, I'll stand on the edge of it, then," said Iris, stubbornly. "I've
come this far, and I'm going to see it."

"Suppose we climb that hill yonder," suggested Lynn. "It overlooks the
marsh."

"That will do," returned Iris. "I'm willing to climb now, though I
wasn't