There was in that evening light, somehow, just a touch of pensiveness--the triste delicacy of heliotrope, harbinger of the Indian summer soon to come, when the air would make all sensitive souls turn to the past and forget that to-morrow was all in all.
Sensitive souls, however, are not so many as to crowd each other unduly in this world, and they were not more numerous in Askatoon than elsewhere.

Not everybody was taking joy of sunrises and losing himself in the delicate contentment of the sunset.

There were many who took it all without thought, who absorbed it unconsciously, and got something from it; though there were many others who got nothing out of it at all, save the health and comfort brought by a precious climate whose solicitous friend is the sun.

These heeded it little, even though a good number of them came from the damp islands lying between the north Atlantic and the German Ocean.

From Erin and England and the land o' cakes they came, had a few days of staring bright-eyed happy incredulity as to the permanency of such conditions, and then settled down to take it as it was, endless days of sunshine and stirring vivacious air--as though they had always known it and had it.
There were exceptions, and these had joy in what they saw and felt according to the measure of their temperament.