It was covered with curtains, and no one was doing anything.

Just as she turned to go a sound so faint that every one leaned forward and listened, drifted down the auditorium.

It was difficult to tell just what it was; after one instant half the audience looked toward the windows, for it seemed only a breath of wind rustling freshly opened leaves; merely a hint of stirring air.
Then the curtains were swept aside swiftly.

The stage had been transformed into a lovely little corner of creation, where trees and flowers grew and moss carpeted the earth.

A soft wind blew and it was the gray of dawn.