stillcallher，foratthattimeIdidnotknowhername，rosefromthechair，and，leaningonme，totteredafewstepsforward。
Thenshestoodlookingattheskyandallthelovelypanoramaofnaturebeneath，andstretchingoutherarmsasthoughinworship。
Oh！howbeautifulsheseemedwiththesunlightshiningonherheavenlyface！
NowforthefirsttimeIheardhervoice。Itwassoftanddeep，yetinitwasacuriousbell—liketonethatseemedtovibratelikethesoundofchimesheardfromfaraway。NeverhaveI
listenedtosuchanothervoice。Shepointedtothesunwhereofthelightturnedherradianthairandgarmentstoakindofgoldenglory，andcalleditbysomenamethatIcouldnotunderstand。Ishookmyhead，whereonshegaveitadifferentnametaken，Isuppose，fromanotherlanguage。AgainIshookmyheadandshetriedathirdtime。TomydelightthiswordwaspracticallythesamethattheOrofenansusedfor\"sun。\"