I felt quite sure, though, that the nymph must be an Oread; because he said that she comes to gather colors from the roses, and that every morning and every evening she uses these colors to tint the highest peaks and crests of her mountains--making them so beautiful that mortals would always begin and end each day by looking up at them.

Of course, the moment I saw, you I knew who you were." Unaffectedly pleased as a child at his quaint fancy, she answered merrily, "And so you hid among the roses to trap me, I suppose." "Indeed, I did not," he retorted indignantly.

"I was forced to fly from a wicked Flibbertigibbet who seeks to torment me.

I barely escaped with my life, and came into the garden to hide and recover from my fright.

Then I heard the most wonderful music and guessed that you must be somewhere around.