Now she looked about her and saw that she was on the shore of a small sandy bay.
She had been lying in the shelter of some palm trees and behind her was the wild vegetation of the jungle.
It was certainly very beautiful with hibiscus flowering everywhere, as well as blossoms of yellow, pink, blue, cerise, orange and red and dozens of other shades which she knew from her books must be the fragrant plumerias.
They were so lovely that she could only sit staring at them, finding it was hard to believe that they really existed apart from in her imagination.
There were poinsettias and jacaranda and a dozen other species she thought she recognised. Then suddenly as she started in amazement, feeling because her head hurt her bewildered and disorientated, she was aware that she was alone.
She
