The change made him appear more lithe.
"Nell, I don't know what you think, but _I_ call him handsome," declared Bo.
Helen had no idea what she thought.
"Let's try to walk some," she suggested.
So they essayed that painful task and got as far as a pine log some few rods from their camp.

This point was close to the edge of the park, from which there was an unobstructed view.
"My! What a place!" exclaimed Bo, with eyes wide and round.
"Oh, beautiful!" breathed Helen.
An unexpected blaze of color drew her gaze first.

Out of the black spruce slopes shone patches of aspens, gloriously red and gold, and low down along the edge of timber troops of aspens ran out into the park, not yet so blazing as those above, but purple and yellow and white in the sunshine.

Masses of silver spruce, like trees in moonlight, bordered the park, sending out here and there an isolated tree, sharp as a spear, with under-branches close to the ground.

Long golden-green grass, resembling half-ripe wheat, covered the entire floor of the park, gently waving to the wind.