But Miami only laughed, and tossed her hand as if she were scattering dewdrops.
Following the roving fireflies, and the adventurous flittermice, they strolled along in silence. By the roadside, two young men, friends, walking with fingers intermingled, saluted them softly. An admirable evening for a promenade! Indescribably sweet, the floating field-scents enticed them witchingly on.
“Shi!” she exclaimed as a bird skimmed swiftly past with a chattering cry.
“It noddin’, deah, but a lil wee owl!”
“An’ it to make my heart go so,” she murmured, with a sidelong smiling glance.
He had a new crimson loincloth, and a blood pink carnation at his ear.
“What for you afraid?” he tenderly pressed.
“It much cooler heah, doh it still very hot,” she inconsequently answered, pausing to listen to the fretting of the hammer tree-frogs in the dusk.
“Dey hold a concert honey lub, all for us.”
Rig a jig jig, rig a jig jig....