They hauled in their trunks and the rest of their belongings, and set up the cots and spread the blankets. Then by the light of the oil-lamp they gazed about.
“Oh, Thyrsis,” she cried, “isn’t it glorious!”
“It’s our home,” he said. “A home we made all for ourselves!”
“And a home without a landlady!” she added.
“And with no saloon underneath!” said he. “And no street-cars and no screaming children in front of it!”
Instead there was the night with its thousand eyes, and the lake, with the moon-fire flung wide across it, and the pine-trees singing in the wind.
“Brr! it’s cold!” exclaimed Corydon.
“We’ll have to sleep with our clothes on for a while,” said he. And yet they laughed aloud in glee. “It’s all we want!”
“It’s all we ever could want!” declared Corydon. “Oh, let’s work hard a
