our
adventures, Adam, don't put in how many things we ate."

"They might think it a voracious tale if I did," he answered, dropping
some more butter into his mealy potato. "Do you remember how the Swiss
Family were always worrying for fear they wouldn't have enough to
eat?"

"Yes, and how they went out and killed an elephant for breakfast, and
a herd of wild pigs for dinner, and had a buffalo apiece for supper.
And don't you remember how, when the boa constrictor killed one of
their zebras, little Fritz asked pathetically if boas were good to
eat?"

They laughed over their supper, and then having made sure that they
were out of reach of the tide, and the fire would keep, and the rifle
was close at Adam's elbow, they spread their blankets and said "good
night." It had been an exciting day.

It was past midnight, and the moon was waning when Adam was wakened by
Lassie's cold muzzle against his face. He sat up and called to Robin.
There was no answer, and her blankets lay tossed on the other side of
the fire. He started up and listened. At first he heard only the sound
of the sea; then there came mingled with it the clear notes of her
glorious voice. Holding Lassie in check he went down to the beach.

Robin stood well out on the shimmering sand, the waves lapping softly
almost at her feet, and he heard the plaintive music, and caught the
words,--

"Oh, for the wings, for the wings of a dove, Far away,
far away, would I fly, and be, and be at rest."

Her voice quivered when she came to the words, "In the wilderness
build me a nest," but she sang on, and Adam recalled the words of hymn
after hymn, anthem after anthem, for she sang nothing else. He heard
the bitter cry of the De Profundis, Handel's triumphant "I know that
my Redeemer liveth," and then she began, "He watching over Israel
slumbers not nor sleeps."

His eyes filled, and he saw the tents of his regiment. She had written
by every mail, and across her letters, at the top or bottom, she had
put those five bars from "Elijah." Though he did not believe it, for
he had not the early Hebrew ability to see Israel in his own race, and
the to be spoiled Philistine in every Filipino, it had comforted him
in that sickening campaign. Surely, surely if he, an American
"non-com," had spared a Filipino now and then, He watching over Israel
had not been less merciful.

Her voice died away; it was the first time she had sung that year,
though she was a very p