For convenience, the manikins reduced their tendrils, sporting, nothing but coronals.

Whereas, priding themselves upon the redundancy of their tresses, the little maidens assiduously watered them with the early dew of the morning; so that all wreathed and festooned with verdure, they moved about in arbors, trailing after them trains." "I can hear no more," exclaimed Mohi, stopping his ears.
Continued Yoomy, "The damsels lured to their bowers, certain red- plumaged insect-birds, and taught them to nestle therein, and warble; which, with the pleasant vibrating of the leaves, when the little maidens moved, produced a strange blending of sweet, singing sounds.
The little maidens embraced not with their arms, but with their viny locks; whose tendrils instinctively twined about their lovers, till both were lost in the bower." "And what then ?" asked Mohi, who, notwithstanding the fingers in his ears, somehow contrived to listen; "What then ?" Vouchsafing no reply, Yoomy went on.
"At a certain age, but while yet the maidens were very young, their vines bore blossoms.

Ah! fatal symptoms.

For soon as they burst, the maidens died in their arbors; and were buried in the valleys; and their vines spread forth; and the flowers bloomed; but the maidens themselves were no more.

And now disdaining the earth, the vines shot upward: climbing to the topmost boughs of the trees; and flowering in the sunshine forever and aye." Yoomy here paused for a space; but presently continued: "The little eyes of the people of Tupia were very strange to behold: full of stars, that shone from within, like the Pleiades, deep- bosomed in blue.