The sky was so full of pure yellow light that even the feathery spring foliage was darkly outlined against it, and one could see far within it the fanning of the wings of the twilight birds.

The air was cooler.

The breaths of new-turned earth, and rank young plants in marshy places and woodland ponds were in it, overcoming somewhat those of sun-steeped blossoms, which had prevailed all day.
The road from Dale to Upham lay through low land, and however dry the night elsewhere, there was always a damp freshness.

The circling clamor of birds overhead seemed wonderfully near.

In the village the bell had begun to ring for an evening prayer-meeting, and one could have fancied that the bell hung in one of the neighboring trees.