steep sides of this place, her arms out-
spread, her feet bare, her dress no more
than a rag the colour of the tree-trunks.
She had on a torn green jacket, which
made her seem more than ever like
some one who had just stepped out of
a hollow tree, and, to my unspeakable
happiness, she joined me in my dance.

I shall never forget how beautiful she
was, with her wild tangle of dark hair,
and her deep blue eyes and ripe lips.
Her cheeks were flaming red, and her
limbs strong and brown. She did not
merely shout and sing; she whistled,
and made calls like the birds, and cawed
like a crow, and chittered like a squir-
rel, and around and around the two of
us danced, crazy as dervishes with the
beauty of the spring and the joy of be-
ing free.

By and by we were so tired we had
to stop, and then we sat down panting
and looked at each other. At that we
laughed, long and foolishly, but, after
a time, it occurred to us that we had
many questions to ask.

"How did you get here?" I asked the