136 THE HALL OF SHELLS. 
larger and the wind the “breath of the spirit.” 
He who in reverence and humility stood with 
uncovered head was a quickened spirit. His 
whole being thrilled with the consciousness of 
these greater powers—of senses till then un- 
recked of. Whether in the body or out of the 
body, he knew his immortality—that he stood 
before the face of the Eternal. He felt his 
kinship. 
A chill little hand was slipped into his. 
He yearned for the fuller, further communion, 
for the larger vision; but he turned from the 
glory, from the vision, and bent to the child at 
his side. He could only so be true to his kin- 
ship; and so the vision stayed in his soul. 
Undine stood trembling; her pale face told 
how the black storm clouds and the furious 
sea terrified her. | 
“Tt all makes me feel so small and weak,” 
she said; “as if the wind could carry me away 
into the darkness and storm as it would carry 
a leaf.” 
“Fudge!” exclaimed Tom, as he lay upon 
his back, kicking his heels into the sand. “I 
like it! It’s grand! It makes me feel as if I 
were an eagle and heard the swoop of eagles 
overhead. My! don’t the wind and the sea 
roar !” 

