How hazy the air is, John! It tenderly flatters these wild colour-contrasts.
It is like a November day of the Indian summer." "Why do they call it Indian summer ?" asked John.
"I do not know.

I tried in vain to run it down in the dictionaries.

In Canada it is known as 'L'ete de St.Martin.'" "It seems," said John, "as if the decay of the year had ceased, in pity.
It is so beautiful and so new to me.

I feel sometimes when I am alone in these woods as if something was going to happen.

Did you ever feel that, sir ?" Rivers was silent for a moment.