All these trifles interest us because, to those two who knew them, they remained fresh and living memories when the note-book and its contents were buried in the dust of yesterday.
It was twilight when they came out of the wood.

The sun had gone and taken its golden trappings with it.

A clear, still light was everywhere and, in the brilliant green of the far sky, a pale star shone.

They watched it brighten as the green grew dark.

A wonderful purple blueness spread upon the distant hills.
Desire sighed happily.
"It is the end of the first day of real work," she said.