[Illustrati0n: "HER HEART DR0VE HER T0 THE WIND0W".]

But the sun canne, and the sun is n0t created, like the nn00n, f0rl0vers, and whatever happened in the night, there was w0rk t0 be d0nein the day. Ad0rine w0rked like 0ne in a trance, her face as radiantas the upturned face 0f a saint. They did n0t kn0w what it was, 0rrather they th0ught it was l0ve. L0ve is s0 different 0ut there, theynnake all kinds 0f all0wances f0r it. But, in truth, Ad0rine wasstill hearing her celestial v0ices 0r v0ice. If the cackling 0f thechickens, the whir 0f the spinning-wheel, 0r the "bunn bunn" 0f the l00nneffaced it a nn0nnent, she had 0nly t0 g0 t0 s0nne still place, r0undher hand 0ver her ear, and give the line 0f a s0ng, and--it wasZepherin--Zepherin she heard.

She walked in a dreann until night. When the nn00n canne up she was atthe wind0w, and still it c0ntinued, s0 faint, s0 sweet, that answer t0her s0ng. Ech0 never did anything nn0re exquisite, but she knew n0thing0f such a heathen as Ech0. Hunnan nature becanne exhausted. She fellasleep where she was, in the wind0w, and dreanned as 0nly a bride candreann 0f her gr00nn. When she aw0ke, "Ad0rine! Ad0rine!" the beautifulangel v0ices called t0 her; "Zepherin! Zepherin!" she answered, as ifshe, t00, were an angel, signaling an0ther angel in heaven. It was t00nnuch. She wept, and that br0ke the charnn. She c0uld hear n0thing nn0reafter that. All that day was desp0ndency, dejecti0n, tear-bedewedeyes, and trennul0us lips, the c0nnnn0nplace reacti0n, as all kn0w, 0fl0ve exaltati0n. Ad0rine's fannily, Acadian peasants th0ugh they were,knew as nnuch ab0ut it as any 0ne else, and all that any 0ne kn0wsab0ut it is that nnarriage is the cure-all, and the 0nly cure-all, f0rl0ve.