Did you bring the gloves back ? '' asked Amy , still absorbed in the baron . The major tossed them to her , and indulged in a hearty laugh at her girlish regrets ; then bade them good-night , and went away to give orders for an early start next morning . Tired of talking , the girls lay down in the two little white beds always found in German hotels , and Amy was soon continuing in sleep the romance she had begun awake . She dreamed that the baron proved to be the owner of the fine eyes ; that he wooed and won her , and they were floating down the river to the chime of wedding-bells . At this rapturous climax she woke to find the air full of music , and to see Helen standing tall and white in the moonlight that streamed in at the open window . `` Hush , hide behind the curtains and listen ; it 's a serenade , '' whispered Helen , as Amy stole to her side . Shrouded in the drapery , they leaned and listened till the song ended , then Amy peeped ; a dark group stood below ; all were bareheaded , and now seemed whispering together . Presently a single voice rose , singing an exquisite little French canzonet , the refrain of which was a passionate repetition of the word '' Amie . '' She thought she recognized the voice , and the sound of her own name uttered in such ardent tones made her heart beat and her color rise , for it seemed to signify that the serenade was for them . As the last melodious murmur ceased , there came a stifled laugh from below , and something fell into the balcony . Neither dared stir till the sound of departing feet reassured them ; then creeping forward Amy drew in a lovely bouquet of myrtle , roses , and great German forget-me-nots , tied with a white ribbon and addressed in a dashing hand to La belle Helène . `` Upon my life , the romance has begun in earnest , '' laughed Helen , as she examined the flowers . `` You are serenaded by some unknown nightingale , and I have flowers tossed up to me in the charming old style . Of course it is the baron , Amy . '' `` I hope so ; but whoever it is , they are regular troubadours , and I 'm delighted . I know the gloves will bring us fun of some kind . Do you take one and I 'll take the other , and see who will find the baron first . Is n't it odd that they knew our names ? '' `` Amy , the writing on this card is very like that in the big book .
I may be bewitched by this mid-summer XXXXX , but it really is very like it .
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