Another transformation began, the reverse of what she watched.

The golden radiance of sunrise vanished, and under a gray, lowering, coalescing pall of cloud the round hills returned to their bleak somberness, and the green desert took again its cold sheen.
"Wasn't it fine, Carley ?" asked Glenn.

"But nothing to what you will experience.

I hope you stay till the weather gets warm.

I want you to see a summer dawn on the Painted Desert, and a noon with the great white clouds rolling up from the horizon, and a sunset of massed purple and gold.