It's like suddenly stepping out of a cellar to the edge of eternal space, and looking down into nothing." "Is that the way these rolling hillocks of Delaware County impress you ?" he asked, laughing.
"Yes, Kelly.

If I ever found myself in the Alps I believe the happiness would so utterly over-awe me that I'd remain in my hotel under the bed.
What are you laughing at?
_Voluptates commendat rarior usus_." "_Sit tua cura sequi, me duce tutus eris_!" he laughed, mischievously testing her limit of Latin.
"_Plus e medico quam e morbo periculi!_" she answered, saucily.
"You cunning little thing!" he exclaimed: "_vix a te videor posse tenere manus!_" "_Di melius, quam nos moneamus talia quenquam!_" she said, demurely; "Louis, we are becoming silly! Besides, I probably know more Latin than you do--as it was my mother's favourite relaxation to teach me to speak it.

And I imagine that your limit was your last year at Harvard." "Upon my word!" he exclaimed; "I never was so snubbed and patronised in all my life!" "Beware, then!" she retorted, with an enchanting sideway glance: "_noli me tangere!_" At the same instant he was aware of her arm in light, friendly contact against his, and heard her musing aloud in deep contentment: "Such perfect satisfaction to have you again, Louis.

The world is a gray void without the gods." And so, leisurely, they breasted the ascent and came out across the height-of-land.

Here and there a silvery ghost of the shorn forest stood, now almost mercifully hidden in the green foliage of hard wood--worthlessly young as yet but beautiful.
From tree to tree flickered the brilliant woodpeckers--they of the solid crimson head and ivory-barred wings.