"Why do you stop, Tom?"
"Because I saw her in that clump the second time."
Garden took his hand from Tom's arm and stepped behind him. Again he took his white handkerchief from his pocket.
"Are you quite sure you are not mistaken, Tom?"
"It isn't possible for me to be mistaken," said Tom. Garden once more waved his handkerchief in the air. "There! there! There she is again!"
"All right!" shouted Garden, as though he were addressing some person in the distance. Racing after Tom, he threw his arms around him.
"If you don't let me go," screamed Tom, "I shall do you a mischief! There she is coming towards us!"
Slowly approaching them was a woman in a pink dress, holding her head down.
"Now, Tom," whispered Garden. "It will be over in a moment or two. For God's sake keep still, or you will ruin everything! Do you say that dress is blue?"
"What trick are you playing me?" exclaimed Tom, in a hoarse, broken voice. "Do you want to drive me mad? It is blue, I tell you! I'll take my dying oath on it!"