There is much the same shrinkage in both, in the matter of values.
There was nothing for us to do but sit about the decks in the shade of the awnings and look at the distant shore.

We lay in luminous blue water; shoreward the water was green-green and brilliant; at the shore itself it broke in a long white ruffle, and with no crash, no sound that we could hear.

The town was buried under a mat of foliage that looked like a cushion of moss.

The silky mountains were clothed in soft, rich splendors of melting color, and some of the cliffs were veiled in slanting mists.

I recognized it all.