CHAPTER III 



A Little Dapple Fool 



THE misty morn hung low on the eastern 

 hilltops and the earth waited expectantly for 

 the dawn of day. The first evidence of its 

 coming had been a long low fleecy cloud that 

 hung like a curtain over the hilltops. At first 

 the cloud had been cold like a shroud with not 

 even a suggestion of warmth, but gradually 

 tints of pink and saffron had crept into its 

 centre and the whole had been transfused 

 with a wonderful glow. 



Now it vibrated and trembled in the bal- 

 ance, half vapor and half light, like a nicely 

 adjusted scale which would turn in either 

 direction at the slightest touch. 



Suddenly, as though by magic, the veil 

 parted, the pink and saffron grew and deep- 

 ened in intensity and the round smiling face 



