"It is just some delay in their acknowledgment, that is all.

Perhaps they are waiting to find out if the notes are genuine; or it may be that their letter to me went astray, and will have to be returned to them, and then remailed all over again.

I feel sure I shall hear from them in a few days." So they talked until the moon appeared from behind the dark mountains that, against her light, were silhouetted on the sky.

And, as the old gentlewoman watched the queen of the night rising higher and higher on her royal course, and saw the dusky landscape transformed to a fairy-scene of ethereal loveliness, Auntie Sue forgot the letter that had not come.
With the enthusiasm that never failed her, the silvery-haired teacher tried to give the backwoods girl a little of her wealth of vision.

But though they looked at the same landscape, the eyes of twenty could not see that which was so clear to the eyes of seventy.