On the top of a blade of grass sat a brown little Juliet--a most reserved, discreet little Juliet, but evidently much interested in Romeo's serenade.

When he sang she put her head to one side and moved as if uncertain whether to descend from her balcony.

When he stopped, which he did at frequent intervals, being as it were timorous and tongue-tied, she took her foot from the ladder and waited, at first patiently and then with an obvious air of boredom.

Messer Romeo made a hop forward and vibrated; Juliet grew tremulous.

Alarmed at his boldness he halted and made a hop back; Juliet looked disappointed.