The river banks at this season were marshy, green like plush or velvet when it is lifted dripping from green vats of the brightest dye.

There were some trees by the river bank, maples and elms, and every twig was tipped with a crimson gem.

Zilda did not see the beauty of the river bank either; she regarded nothing until she came to a place where a foot-track was beaten down the side of the embankment, as if apparently to entice walkers to stray across a bit of the meadow and so cut off a large curve of the line.

At this point Zilda heard a loud chirpy voice calling,'Hi! hi! who's there?
Is any one there ?' Zilda did not know from whence the voice came, but she knew from whom it came.

It was Gilby's voice, and she stopped, her soul ravished by the music.