He liked the words and the moon and gypsies joyously foot-loose, and he again grew sympathetic for Juliana's small-town plight.

He felt a large pagan tolerance for those warped souls pent in small towns.
After twenty minutes of this he faintly heard a call from Juliana, sent after the children below her.

He saw her stand to beckon commandingly and watch to see if she were obeyed.

Then she turned and came slowly back up the path that would lead to the stile.

Again Dave absently murmured his verses.