There she was, in a dress of white and blue, with a bit of a band of blue at her collar. There she was with her hands bare and white and lovely; there she was with her glorious brown hair shining in the sun; there she was, the girl of the gauntlet who had talked with us on the sea and then drawn us up to the cloud ceiling where she had left us to meet the attack of her effigy while, lady-bug she, she had flown away home and had changed to this pretty dress of white and blue. There she was; and Pete, gazing at her, completely accused her.
I. I did not, completely. The sight of her now, and the memory of her in the minutes she had been with us on the sea, confused me; and then there was that wonder, in my mind, about the actual meaning of the effigy which I could not answer in the ready terms which satisfied Pete.
She started to speak, I thought, when we were several yards off; but she restrained her
