"Does he ever come here?"
"Frequently."
"If he comes while I am here, we will have the fight out."
"No you won't."
"Why?"
"I forbid it."
"Then I yield."
"You surrender easily," and the saucy blue eyes glanced slyly at his face. Fernando was at a loss for some answer. Suddenly she broke in with:
"I must go now. There, I see father on the hill. Won't you come to tea this evening? Father would like so much to see you."
Of course he would. He stammered out his thanks, while the fairy-like creature tripped away across the sands, leaving him in a maze of bewilderment. At the crest of the hill, she paused to wave her handkerchief, smiled with ravishing sweetness, and disappeared over the hill with her father.