"I will make love to the trees
if it pleases you. But let us walk about the grounds. I am afraid
the curtain will be suddenly rung down and leave us again just
mortals."
Rosebud felt that it was, pretty--very pretty. She was entirely
satisfied with herself and her friends. Then Adonis--wasn't he
splendid? And how courteous--almost like the brave knights of old.
They approached a spot gloomy with shadows.
From it they heard voices in a gentle murmur--voices near what
Adonis had called the cedar cave.
Involuntarily, at the sound of one voice, Rosebud pressed her
companion's arm. She heard some one say:
"I must go home at once--I am so frightened!"
There came an answering whisper, but it was in tones that indicated
a youth pleading.
"I have--I have done it," again came the girl's frightened whisper.
"I did what you asked me to, and I don't see why you don't take me
home."
There was almost a sob in her voice.
"What? Just when I'm having a fine time?" objected the other. "Why
don't you want to stay? No one could have seen you drop it into---"
"Hush!" cautioned the girl desperately.
"Oh, you're just nervous--that's all."
Rosebud felt that she should not hear any more, but she would either
have to cross the path near the cave and allow the hidden ones to
see her, or she must wait until they had come out, as, if she and
her companion retreated now, they would make a noise on the gravel,
and it would be heard.
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