She watched its flight with fascinated eyes, so sudden was it, so swift, and so unerringly direct.

It reminded her of something, she could not remember what.

She wrestled with her memory vainly, and finally dismissed the matter with slight annoyance, turning her attention to a wonderful coloured moth that here flitted across her line of vision.

It was an exquisite thing, small, but red as coral.

Only in this fairyland of Nick's had she ever seen its like.