To have breathed all day the fragrance of heather and pines, to have gladdened the eye with an infinite distance and blue lines of mountain, was with this man to have drunk the cup of intoxicating youth.

The cool gloaming did not chill; rather it was the high and solemn aftermath of the day's harvesting.

The faces of gracious women seemed blent with the pageant of summer weather; kindly voices, simple joys--for a moment they seemed to him the major matters in life.

So far it was pleasing fancy, but Alice soon entered to disturb with the disquieting glory of her hair.

The family of the Haystouns had ever a knack of fine sentiment.