Here she opened the parcel; it contained a small and delicate shawl of yellow China crepe.

Flip instantly threw it over her shoulders and stepped hurriedly toward the edge of the wood.

Then she began to pass backward and forward before the trunk of a tree.

At first nothing was visible on the tree, but a closer inspection showed a large pane of ordinary window glass stuck in the fork of the branches.

It was placed at such a cunning angle against the darkness of the forest opening that it made a soft and mysterious mirror, not unlike a Claude Lorraine glass, wherein not only the passing figure of the young girl was seen, but the dazzling green and gold of the hillside, and the far-off silhouetted crests of the Coast Range.
But this was evidently only a prelude to a severer rehearsal.