and she received me with cries of delight and presented me with a big garland of flowers—evidently prepared for me.
"The action took my imagination. Very possibly I had been feeling desolate. At any rate I did my best to display my appreciation of the gift.
"We were soon seated together in a little stone arbor, engaged in a conversation that was chiefly smiles.
"The little creature's friendliness affected me exactly as a child's might. We passed each other flowers and she kissed my hands. I did the same to hers. Then I tried conversation and found out her name was Weena, which, though I don't know what it meant, somehow seemed appropriate enough. That was the beginning of a queer friendship that lasted altogether a week and ended—as I will tell you.
"She was exactly like a child. She wanted to be with me always. She
