"Yes."

"Catch!"

"Oh! I couldn't--what was it?"

"Nothing."

"No, but what WAS it?"

"Only my star. It's caught in your hair."

"Oh!"

"Listen!"

Silence, then, until her awed whisper:

"What?"

And his floating down, dying away:

"CAVE!"

What had stirred--some window opened? Cautiously he spied along the face
of the dim house. There was no light anywhere, nor any shifting blur of
white at her window below. All was dark, remote--still sweet with the
scent of something jolly. And then he saw what that something was. All
over the wall below his window white jessamine was in flower--stars, not
only in the sky. Perhaps the sky was really a field of white flowers;