Deta, ringing again, saw a girl with a brilliant white cap on her head, coming down the stairway.

We have purposely omitted cobwebbed bottles, the patron in his white cap bustling among his sauces, anecdotes about charming little restaurants with gleaming napery, and so forth.

In this closer-still version, I can make out a boy-looking figure with a white cap leaning against something (a tree?) with a dog just behind him.