But now he left me no longer in doubt, and made me most uncomfortable.

Perhaps I was hard upon him, and afterward I often thought so, for he was very kind and gentle; but I was an orphan child, and had no one to advise me in such matters.

I believe that he should have considered this, and allowed me to grow a little older; but perhaps he himself was too young as yet and too bashful to know how to manage things.

It was the very evening after his return from Sacramento, and the beauty of the weather still abode in the soft warm depth around us.

In every tint of rock and tree and playful glass of river a quiet clearness seemed to lie, and a rich content of color.