erfectly trained musician. Indeed in the old
days, Adam had first sought her acquaintance because of her music.

Adam returned to the camp; he knew instinctively that she preferred to
keep this to herself. He was lying quite still when she came back, and
controlled every muscle when she bent over him. She regarded him
intently for a moment, then went to her blankets with a heavy sigh
that Adam knew was for him. She had sung out her own sorrows.

Their vigils seemed to do them both good, for they shook off their
melancholy tendencies, and before the end of the first week their tour
was beginning to be thoroughly enjoyable. They did not find cocoanuts
and bananas, but they did find plenty of strawberries, and long,
prickly vines that would be covered with raspberries, and wild grapes
and choke-cherries and currants, which they planned to transplant, for
though the Western coast was more beautiful, and in some respects more
convenient than their hedged in valley, they preferred the valley.
Already it had come to mean home.

They traveled about fifty miles southward, to the end of the island,
making desultory trips up into the mountains to see if anywhere, on
land or sea, there was a friendly wreath of smoke, and every night
their watch-fire glowed from the highest peak in their vicinity. The
island narrowed to a single range, detached peaks rising here and
there from the sea. As they rounded the southernmost point, Adam said,
"We ought to name it; that remarkable Swiss family always named
places."

Robin looked at the bare, stone walls rising sheer above the waves
three hundred feet, and her lip curled.

"Let us call it the Cape of Good Hope," she said.

"In the name of wonder, why?" asked Adam, and she answered, "Because
we are past it," and then would have given anything to have recalled
the bitter words.

The Eastern coast was wilder and more picturesque, but the traveling
was correspondingly slower. Something in the formation of the coast
caused a terrific surf, and at many places there was scarcely any
beach, and they found themselves compelled to climb along trails that
made even the burros dizzy.

When they had been absent ten days, Robin said, "I begin to feel like
a grandmother; no, I don't mean that I feel so old, but that I begin
to long to see the chicken and cat-children, and the new calf,
and--everything."

Adam laughed, "I have been thinking we ought to hurry; that place of
ours is growing so ent