The next day was Sunday, and Rowland proposed that they should take a long walk and that Roderick should show him the country.
The young man assented gleefully, and in the morning, as Rowland at the garden gate was giving his hostess Godspeed on her way to church, he came striding along the grassy margin of the road and out-whistling the music of the church bells.

It was one of those lovely days of August when you feel the complete exuberance of summer just warned and checked by autumn.

"Remember the day, and take care you rob no orchards," said Cecilia, as they separated.
The young men walked away at a steady pace, over hill and dale, through woods and fields, and at last found themselves on a grassy elevation studded with mossy rocks and red cedars.

Just beneath them, in a great shining curve, flowed the goodly Connecticut.

They flung themselves on the grass and tossed stones into the river; they talked like old friends.