"How can I be Japonette again? I lack the sandals and butterfly sash and the peonies over my ears, Jim. And—that was about all you saw in Japonette, wasn't it?"
"Almost all. Her face was only a shadowy flower against the sunshine, and its enchantment turned the world to fairyland."
"Alas! the spell was temporary. The victim of my spells fled to the roof, and told me stories about starlings and—and children.... But, somehow, I let him get away from me, and I don't know how to find him again."
Edgerton watched her. She had plaited a sash out of green oak leaves and fitted it around her slender waist; and now, absently, she was placing in her hair, above each little close-set ear, a scarlet wood lily.
Presently she caught his eye, and made him a pretty gesture.
"Presently she caught his eye, and made him a pretty gesture."
"You see I am trying my best to return with you to yesterday.... It is a long path—back over the hours and minutes to yesterday, back to a land of dreamy suns and forgotten skies, and unremembered thoughts.... Shall I try to guide you?"
"Yes," he said, not smiling.
"We may lose our way among the phantoms," she warned him gayly; then became preternaturally solemn, resting her chin in one hand.