Kate stood a moment longer, looking at him, measuring him.

“How splendid to be a man,” she called.  “But I’m glad I’m a woman,” she supplemented hastily.

“Not half so glad as I, Kate, my mate,—­not a thousandth part so glad as I.”

She held out her arms to him.  He gave a great laugh and plunged down the path.  Kate swept her glance once more over the dark beauty of the mountain-tops—­her splendid world, wrought with illimitable joy in achievement by the Maker of Worlds,—­and turning, ran down the great rock that led to the trail.

THE END