The hills were golden with evening; deep in the woods showed the darkening purple of bluebells.

It was everywhere perfectly stiff, save for the rustling of leaves and birds.
"But it is a beautiful place," said Mrs.Morel.
"Yes," answered Mr.Leivers; "it's a nice little place, if only it weren't for the rabbits.

The pasture's bitten down to nothing.

I dunno if ever I s'll get the rent off it." He clapped his hands, and the field broke into motion near the woods, brown rabbits hopping everywhere.
"Would you believe it!" exclaimed Mrs.Morel.
She and Paul went on alone together.
"Wasn't it lovely, mother ?" he said quietly.
A thin moon was coming out.

His heart was full of happiness till it hurt.