It broke at last in a crystal shower of song, and she turned and looked out over the glittering sea and asked herself if it could be real.

It was as if a spirit had called to her out of the summer night.
Then Columbus came careering along the path in fevered search of her, and quite suddenly, like the closing of a lid, the magic sounds vanished into a deep silence.
"Oh, Columbus!" his mistress murmured reproachfully.

"You've stopped the music!" Columbus responded by planting his paws against her, and giving her a vigorous push.

There was decidedly more of common sense than poetry in his composition.

The passion for exploring which had earned him his name was his main characteristic, and he wanted to get as far as possible before the time arrived to turn back.
She yielded to his persuasion, and walked on up the path with her face to the shimmering sea.