Mercy sat with her face almost pressed against the panes of the car-windows, eagerly scanning every feature of the landscape, to her so new and wonderful.

To the dweller by the sea, the first sight of mountains is like the sight of a new heavens and a new earth.

It is a revelation of a new life.

Mercy felt strangely stirred and overawed.

She looked around in astonishment at her fellow-passengers, not one of whom apparently observed that on either hand were stretching away to the east and the west fields that were, even in this late autumn, like carpets of gold and green.