Adrian was not a gymnast though he had seen and admired many wonderful performed by his own classmates. But he had never a miracle, and such he believed had been when, upon reaching the foot of that terrible tree, he found Margot sitting beneath it, pale and shaken, but, , unhurt.  
She had heard his breathless crashing up the slope and greeted him with a smile, and the tremulous question:
 
“How did you know where I was?”
 
“You aren’t—dead?”
 
“Certainly not. I might have been, though, but God took care.”
 
“Was it my cheers frightened you?”
 
“Was it you, then? I heard something, [Pg 68]different from the wood sounds, and I looked quick to see. Then my foot slipped and I went down—a way. I caught a branch just in time and, please, don’t tell uncle. I’d rather do that myself.”
 
“You should never do such a thing. The idea of a girl climbing trees at all, least of any, such a tree as that!”
 
He threw his head back and looked upward, through the green spiral to the brilliant sky. The enormous height revived the horror he had felt as he leaped through the window and rushed to the mountain.
 
“Who planned such a death-trap as that, anyway?”
 
“I did.”
 
“You! A girl!”
 
“Yes. Why not. It’s great fun, usually.”
 
“You’d better have been learning to sew.”
 
“I can sew, but I don’t like it. Angelique does that. I do like climbing and canoeing and botanizing, and geologizing, and astronomizing, and——”
 
[Pg 69]
 
Adrian threw up his hands in protest.
 
“What sort of creature are you, anyway?”
 
“Just plain girl.”
 
“Anything but that!”
 
“Well, girl, without the adjective. Suits me rather better;” and she laughed in a way that proved she was not suffering from her .
 
“This is the strangest place I ever saw. You are the strangest family. We are certainly in the backwoods of Maine, yet you might be a Holyoke senior, or a circus star, or—a fairy.”
 
Margot stretched her long arms and looked at them quizzically.
 
“Fairies don’t grow so big. Why don’t you sit down? Or, if you will, climb up and look toward the narrows on the north. See if Pierre’s birch is coming yet.”
 
Again Adrian glanced upward, to the flag floating there, and his shoulders.
 
“Excuse me, please. That is, I suppose I [Pg 70]could do it, only seeing you slip—I prefer to wait awhile.”
 
“Are you afraid?”
 
There was no in the question. She asked it in all . Adrian was different from Pierre, the only other boy she knew, and she simply wondered if tree-climbing were among his unknown .
 
It had been, to the extent possible with his city training and his brief summer vacations, though unpracticed of late; but no lad of spirit, least of all impetuous Adrian, could bear even the suggestion of . He did not sit down, as she had bidden, but tossed aside his rough jacket and leaped to the lower branch of the pine.
 
“Why, it’s easy! It’s grand!” he called back and went up swiftly enough.
 
Indeed, it was not so difficult as it appeared from a distance. Wherever the branches failed the spiral ladder had been perfected by great driven into the trunk and he had but to clasp these in turn to make a safe [Pg 71]ascent. At the top he waved his hand, then shaded his eyes and peered .
 
“He’s coming! Somebody’s coming!” he shouted. “There’s a little boat pushing off from that other shore.”
 
Then he with a rapidity that delighted even himself and called a bit of praise from Margot.
 
“I’m so glad you can climb. One can see so much more from the tree-tops; and, oh! there is so much, so much to find out all the time! Isn’t there?”
 
“Yes. Decidedly. One of the things I’d like to find out first is who you are and how you came here. If you’re willing.”
 
Then he added, rather hastily: “Of course, I don’t want to be impertinently curious. It only seems so strange to find such educated people buried here in the north woods. I don’t see how you live here. I—I——”
 
But the more he tried to explain the more confused he grew, and Margot merrily simplified matters by declaring:
 
[Pg 72]
 
“You are curious, all the same, and so am I. Let’s tell each other all about everything and then we’ll start straight without the bother of stopping as we go along. Do sit down and I’ll begin.”
 
“Ready.”
 
“There’s so little, I shan’t be long. My dear mother was Cecily Dutton, my Uncle Hugh’s twin. My father was Philip Romeyn, uncle’s closest friend. They were almost more than brothers to each other, always; though uncle was a student and, young as he was, a professor at Columbia. Papa was a business man, a banker, or a cashier in a bank. He wasn’t rich, but mamma and uncle had money. From the time they were boys uncle and papa were fond of the woods. They were great hunters, then, and spent all the time they could get up here in northern Maine. After the marriage mamma begged to come with them, and it was her money bought this island, and the land along the shore of this lake as far as we can see from here. Much [Pg 73]farther, too, of course, because the trees hide things. They built this log cabin and it cost a great, great deal to do it. They had to bring the workmen so far, but it was finished at last, and everything was brought up here to make it—just as you see.”
 
“What an ideal existence!”
 
“Was it? I don’t know much about ideals, though uncle talks of them sometimes. It was real, that’s all. They were very, very happy. They loved each other so dearly. Angelique came from Canada to keep the house and she says my mother was the sweetest woman she ever saw. Oh! I wish—I wish I could have seen her! Or that I might remember her. I’ll show you her portrait. It hangs in my own room.”
 
“Did she die?”
 
“Yes. When I was a year old. My father had passed away before that, and my mother was broken-hearted. Even for uncle and me she could not bear to live. It was my father’s wish that we should come up here to stay, and [Pg 74]Uncle Hugh left everything and came. I was to be reared ‘in the , where nothing evil comes,’ was what both my parents said. So I have been, and—that’s all.”
 
Adrian was silent for some moments. The girl’s face had grown dreamy and full of a pathetic tenderness as it always did when she discussed her unknown father and mother, even with Angelique. Though, in reality, she had not been allowed to miss what she had never known. Then she looked up with a smile and observed:
 
“Your turn.”
 
“Yes—I—suppose so. May as well give the end of my story first—— I’m a .”
 
“Why?”
 
“No matter why.”
 
“That isn’t fair.”
 
He parried the indignation of her look by some further questions of his own. “Have you always lived here?”
 
[Pg 75]
 
“Always.”
 
“You go to the towns sometimes, I suppose.”
 
“I’ve never seen a town, except in pictures.”
 
“Whew! Don’t you have any friends? Any girls come to see you?”
 
“I never saw a girl, only myself in that poor broken glass of Angelique’s; and, of course, the pictured ones—as of the towns—in the books.”
 
“You poor child!”
 
Margot’s brown face flushed. She wanted nobody’s pity and she had not felt that her life was a singular or narrow one, till this outsider came. A wish very like Angelique’s, that he had stayed where he belonged, arose in her heart, but she dismissed it as inhospitable.
 
“I’m not poor. Not in the least. I have everything any girl could want and I have—uncle! He is the best, the wisest, the noblest man in all the world. I know it, and [Pg 76]so Angelique says. She’s been in your towns, if you please. Lived in them and says she never knew what comfort meant until she came to Peace Island and us. You don’t understand.”
 
Margot was more angry than she had ever been, and anger made her decidedly uncomfortable. She sprang up hastily, saying:
 
“If you’ve nothing to tell, I must go. I want to get into the forest and look after my friends there. The storm may have hurt them.”
 
She was off down the mountain, as swift and sure-footed as if it were not a rough pathway that made him blunder along very slowly. For he followed, at once, feeling that he had not been “fair,” as she had accused, in his report of himself; and that only a complete confidence was due these people who had treated him so .
 
“Margot! Margot! Wait a minute! You’re too swift for me! I want to——”
 
Just there he caught his foot in a running [Pg 77]vine, stumbled over a hidden rock, and measured his length, head downward, on the slope. He was not hurt, however, though and . But when he had picked himself up and looked around the girl had vanished.