The Blue Mountains of Kabuta

by Hilary Wilde

He caught her close and kissed her, not roughly as he had done before but first gently and then more firmly.

  She linked her arms round his neck and let the wonder of the touch of his lips go through her.

  Over his shoulders, she saw the golden sun as it shone on the mountains before it began to set. Her beautiful blue mountains.

  ' Oh, Uncle Ned darling,' she whispered, ' how can I ever thank you enough ? '