Then a night hawk screamed, a whip-poor-will complained, a belated killdeer swept the sky, and the night wind sang a louder song.

A little screech owl tuned up in the distance, a barn owl replied, and a great horned owl drowned both their voices.

The moon shone and the scene was warm with mellow light.

The bird voices died and soft exquisite melody began to swell and roll.

In the centre of the stage, piece by piece the grasses, mosses and leaves dropped from an embankment, the foliage softly blew away, while plainer and plainer came the outlines of a lovely girl figure draped in soft clinging green.