I was satisfied, for I knew the lad was happy.
We reached the Mythe.

"David," I said (I had got into a habit of calling him "David;" and now he had read a certain history in that Book I supposed he had guessed why, for he liked the name), "I don't think I can go any further up the hill." "Oh! but you shall! I'll push behind; and when we come to the stile I'll carry you.

It's lovely on the top of the Mythe--look at the sunset.

You cannot have seen a sunset for ever so long." No--that was true.

I let John do as he would with me--he who brought into my pale life the only brightness it had ever known.
Ere long we stood on the top of the steep mound.