For I had sojourned, for an immeasurable moment, in a world apart from theirs.

I had witnessed my first sunrise; I had watched the rosy morning tiptoe in among the silver birches.

And that grove stands on the _left_ side of the road.
We had another stopping-place out in that direction.

It was the place where my mother sent her hundred and more house plants to be cared for one season, because for some reason they could not fare well at home.
We children went to visit them once; and the memory of that is red and white and purple.
The Long Road went ever on and on; I remember no turns.

But we turned at last, when the sun was set and the breeze of evening blew; and sometimes the first star came in and the Sabbath went out before we reached home and supper.
Another way out of town was by the bridge across the Polota.