With summer at high tide in each heart, it was, as Hippy had remarked, not quite pleasant to be reminded even tunefully that life holds the inevitable autumn.
"I really believe Hippy meant what he said about that song," Tom remarked meditatively to Grace.
"Were you thinking of that, too ?" A faint, almost melancholy smile flickered about Grace's lips as she asked the question.

"It seemed to me he was in earnest." "I almost wish Nora hadn't sung it," returned Tom with unexpected bluntness.

"I went through such a long, dreary winter before _my_ Golden Summer came.

Now I wish it to stay with me forever.

I'd like our lives from this moment on always to be one long, continued Golden Summer like the last two weeks.