Therefore I directed the guides to take down Ethel in a chair, while I carried down the child-angel.

They had to carry her down over the lava blocks, but I went to a part of the cone where it was all loose sand, and went down flying.

I was at the bottom a full half hour before the others.
"Then I laid her upon the loose sand; and I swear to you, Hawbury, never in all my life have I seen such a sight.

She lay there before my eyes a picture of loveliness beyond imagination--as beautiful as a dream--more like a child-angel than ever.

Her hair clustered in golden curls over her white brow, her little hands were folded meekly over her breast, her lips were parted into a sweet smile, the gentle eyes no longer looked at me with the piteous, pleading, trustful, innocent expression which I had noticed in them before, and her hearing was deaf to the words of love and tenderness that I lavished upon her." "Good!" muttered Hawbury; "you talk like a novel.