Her eyes wide and staring, were fixed on the moonlight-whitened corn field; her eyes were held to the moonlight-streaked figure standing in the ghostly corn.
Moving—
An arm swayed—swayed to and fro. Backwards and forwards—backwards—The other arm—swaying—A tremor ran through it. Once it pivoted. The head shook slowly from side to side. The arms rose and fell—; and rose again. The head came up and down, and rocked a bit to either side.
"Dancing—" She whispered stupidly. "Dancing—"
She thought she could not breathe.
She had never felt such oppressive heat.
The arms were tossing and stretching.
She could not take her eyes from it.
And then she saw both arms reach out, and slowly, very slowly, she saw the hands of them, beckoning.
In the stillness of the room next to her she thought she heard a crash.