Unconsciously he smiled, for no other reason than that each surprise he encountered was a new delight to him.

A forest girl as he had known them would have worn moccasins--six hundred miles from civilization.
As he was about to leap across the narrow neck of the pool he noticed a white object almost buried in the dry sand, and picked it up.

It was a handkerchief; and this, too, was a surprise.

He had not particularly noticed her dress, except that it was soft and clinging blue.

The handkerchief he looked at more closely.