Peering through the trees, Tavia thought she saw a white speck. It might be a bird—no, it was too large! What could it be?
It moved swiftly—now she could see it was—not a person! But it couldn't be anything else, since there really were no ghosts. But were there really none? Just now Tavia felt as if nothing was certain, not even her own personality.
There it was again, out in the clear path! All in white! Oh, it must be a spirit!
How silly!
"It's a girl," Tavia said aloud. "Oh, how glad I am to see the face of a human being!"
It was a girl, and she moved swiftly toward Tavia.
"Oh, how do you do?" she began. "I was afraid you would not come."
Tavia wondered. Did the girl take her for some one else?
"I'm awfully glad to meet you," answered Tavia, noting how pretty the creature was, what splendid blond hair, and such eyes! "I was just getting—frightened."
"Frightened! Why, we will soon be all right. I have ordered my airship. Can you fly?"