Green fields sprinkled with many-colored flowers, the blue lake, the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and over all, the enchantment of the golden-green light from the setting sun.

The child could scarcely tear herself away from the window.

She did not know that the world could be so beautiful.

But her aunt soon recalled her from her wonderment, for there were still things to be put away which belonged to her, but had been brought in her aunt's trunk.
"Oh, Aunt Ninette," cried the child, "Isn't it perfectly beautiful ?" She spoke louder than she had ever thought of speaking in Uncle Titus' house, for the new scenes had aroused her natural sprightliness, and she was herself once more.
"Hush, hush Dora! Why, I don't know what to make of you, child! Don't you know that your uncle is in the next room, and is already at work ?" Dora took her things from her aunt's hands, but while passing the window, she asked softly, "May I just look out of these windows a minute now, Aunt?
I want to see what there is on every side of the house." "Yes, yes, you may look out for a moment.

There is nobody about.