From somewhere came the sound of music--a curious sort of music that David had never heard before.

He listened intently, trying to place it; then slowly he crossed the lawn, ascended the imposing stone steps, and softly opened one of the narrow screen doors before the wide-open French window.
Once within the room David drew a long breath of ecstasy.

Beneath his feet he felt the velvet softness of the green moss of the woods.

Above his head he saw a sky-like canopy of blue carrying fleecy clouds on which floated little pink-and-white children with wings, just as David himself had so often wished that he could float.

On all sides silken hangings, like the green of swaying vines, half-hid other hangings of feathery, snowflake lace.