The breeze carried a dry odor of sand and grass.

She heard bees humming by.

And all around the great isolated monuments stood up, red tops against the blue sky.

It was a silent, dreaming, impressive place, where she felt unlike herself.
"I mustn't stay long," she said, suddenly remembering.
"Will you come back--again ?" he asked.
The question startled Lucy.

"Why--I--I don't know....