Those leaves represented the splendor of the open spaces to him.

They were like messages from the crimson sunsets of the golden West, and his heart thrilled at the sight of them.
It was long after twelve o'clock, and an adjournment for dinner was ordered.

Harold was about to be led away when his father came to him and said: "Harold, would you like to have your mother and me go to dinner with you ?" With that same unrelenting, stubborn frown on his face the boy replied: "No--let me alone." A hot flush swept over the preacher's face.

"Very well," he said, and turned away, his lips twitching.
The jury was not long out.

They were ready to report at three o'clock.
Every seat was filled as before.