But Rufus and her cousin had the talk all to themselves; Elizabeth held off from it, and gave her eyes to nothing but the river and the hills.
They crossed the river, going a little up, to a tiny green valley just at the water's edge.

On every side but the river it was sheltered and shut in by woody walls nigh two hundred feet in height.

The bottom of the valley was a fine greensward, only sprinkled with trees; while from the edge of it the virgin forest rose steeply to the first height, and then following the broken ground stretched away up to the top of the neighbouring mountains.

From the valley bottom, however, nothing of these could be seen; nothing was to be seen but its own leafy walls and the blue sky above them.
"Is this the place where we are to find strawberries ?" said Miss Cadwallader.
"This is the place," said Rufus; "this is Bright Spot, from time out of mind the place for strawberries; nobody ever comes here but to pick them.

The vines cover the ground." "The sun won't be on it long," said Elizabeth; "I don't see why you call it Bright Spot." "You won't often see a brighter spot when the sun _is_ on it," said Winthrop.