" Look, gentian flowers are in full
bloom. It's quite autumn now."
said Campanella, pointing out of the
window.
Among short grasses along the railroad, they saw plenty of
pretty purple gentian flowers which looked as if they had been carved
out of moon-stone.
" I'd try to get off and get back with them ?
"
said Giovanni excitedly.
" It's too late. They've gone away .
"
No sooner had Campanella said so than another mass of shining
gentians went away. And the next moment, one after another, countless
cups of gentian flowers with yellow bottoms went away springing up or
showering down. Meanwhile, lights of sankaku-hyos are endlessly in
line along their way, some blurred, some blazing.
