Far away two buzzards swung slowly at anchor, half-way to the sun.
"'O bright, translucent, cerulean hue, Let my wide wings drift on in you,'" said Harkless, pointing them out to Helen.
"You seem to get a good deal of fun out of this kind of weather," observed Lige, as he wiped his brow and shifted his chair out of the sun.
"I expect you don't get such skies as this up in Rouen," said the judge, looking at the girl from between half-closed eyelids.
"It's the same Indiana sky, I think," she answered.
"I guess maybe in the city you don't see as much of it, or think as much about it.

Yes, they're the Indiana skies," the old man went on.
Skies as blue As the eyes of children when they smile at you.' "There aren't any others anywhere that ever seemed much like them to me.

They've been company for me all my life.

I don't think there are any others half as beautiful, and I know there aren't any as sociable.

They were always so." He sighed gently, and Miss Sherwood fancied his wife must have found the Indiana skies as lovely as he had, in the days of long ago.