Isabel. No—no—no, indeed.
L. I tell you what, Isabel—I don't believe either Sindbad, or Florrie, or you, ever were in the Valley of Diamonds.
Isabel. You naughty! when I tell you we were!
L. Because you say you were frightened at the serpents.
Isabel. And wouldn't you have been?
L. Not at those serpents. Nobody who really goes into the valley is ever frightened at them—they are so beautiful.
Isabel (suddenly serious). But there's no real Valley of Diamonds, is there?
L. Yes, Isabel; very real indeed.
Florrie (reappearing). Oh, where? Tell me about it.
L. I cannot tell you a great deal about it; only I know it is very different from Sindbad's. In his valley, there was only a diamond lying here and there; but, in the real valley, there are diamonds covering the grass in showers every morning, instead of dew: and there are clusters of trees, which look like lilac trees; but, in spring, all their blossoms are of amethyst.