When Faith answered him, the man's face broke in smiles; he told her
laughingly: "If you're so familiar with the habits of the sun, you must
be a real woman, and not a dream at all.... I'm awake.... I am, am I
not?"
"I should think you would be," said Faith. "That water must be cold
enough to wake any one...."
He shook his head. "No, indeed. Just pleasantly cool. Dip your hand in
it...."
Something led her to obey him; she bent by the pool's sandy brink and
dabbled her fingers, while the man, a hundred feet away at the very foot
of the waterfall, held his place with the effortless ease of an
accustomed swimmer, and watched her. "Wasn't I right?" he challenged.