Behind him was the cloudy smoke of the apple-scent; in front of him the sun was sinking towards the dark elms.

Soon the trees would catch the sun and hide it; the galleon cloud that had been over them as they drove was new banked in red and gold across the horizon; birds slowly, lazily fled to their homes.
He heard someone call, "Jeremy! Jeremy!" With a last gaze he saw the blue cup turn to gold, the sun reached the tops of the elms; the fields were lit with the glitter of shining glass, then, even as he watched, they were purple, then grey, then dim like smoke.
Again the voice called "Jeremy!" He slipped from the window, found the little stair, ran across the dusky court and entered the house..