But when she came close to where he stood, he no longer doubted she was human--for he had caught sight of her sunny hair, and her clear blue eyes, and the loveliest face and form that he had ever seen.

All at once she began singing like a nightingale, and dancing to her own music, with her eyes ever turned towards the moon.

She passed close to where he stood, dancing on by the edge of the trees and away in a great circle towards the other side, until he could see but a spot of white in the yellowish green of the moonlit grass.

But when he feared it would vanish quite, the spot grew, and became a figure once more.

She approached him again, singing and dancing, and waving her arms over her head, until she had completed the circle.