June shook her head. There was a lovely fall in the

young man's voice but it would take more than that to convince her. She believed her eyes to be as good as most people's, but even with a microscope and William's finger to help them they could see never a sign of a cloud or so much as a hint of water. As for a tree!. . . and a windmill!. . . either this handsome young man . . . he really was handsome . . . had a sense that ordinary people had not . . . or . . . or. . .!