"Look," she said, "but be careful she does not catch you; the Shepherdess is coming this way."
His heart beat very fast, but he kept on playing and fixed his eyes on the little Flower Girl. But the Shepherdess did not come any nearer than the middle of the mantel, and not once did she look at him. By and by it was dark and the Flute Player could not see the Flower Girl, so he stopped playing and his heart was heavy again.
China Cat, however, was bound to make a match between the Shepherdess and the Flute Player, and she walked over to the little Shepherdess and asked, "Don't you think that he plays well?"
"Who?" asked the artful little Shepherdess.
"The handsome Flute Player," said China Cat.
"Oh, I have not thought much about it," answered the Shepherdess.
"Wouldn't you like to hear him play again?" said China Cat. "It would cheer us up, the room is so dark."
Just then the moonlight streamed in the window and lighted the room. The little Shepherdess looked into the distance again and said she thought it would be nice to hear the music. So China Cat trotted over to the Flute Player.
"She wants to hear you play," she said, "and I think you can win her."
The Flute Player began playing soft music and walking toward the little Shepherdess. The music was so sweet and sad that by the time he reached her side she was wiping her eyes. He stole one arm around her waist and told her not to cry, that he would play a jolly tune for her.