Crickets and cicadas thrilled through them; now and then a bird flew up.

It was like a resurrection stir.
"Let's go where we went that first day," said Francis; "it's always pleasant there on the bank." Lois followed him without a word.

They sat down on the grass at the edge of the terrace, and a cool breeze came in their faces from over the great hollow of the meadows below.

The grass on them had been cut short, and now had dried and turned a rosy color in the sun.

The two kept their eyes turned away from each other, and looked down into the meadow as into the rosy hollow of a cup; but they seemed to see each other's faces there.
"It's cool here, isn't it ?" said Francis.
"Real cool." "It always is on the hottest day.