No carriage awaited him, for he had signified his intention of walking home.
All about him the great elms and maples and oaks showed crisp against the pale summer sky.

Occasionally a leaf fell.

A red squirrel chattered above him, and an oriole sang shrilly and joyously near by.
The sun was reddening in the west, and below, almost at his feet, the valley swam in a haze of delicate amethyst.

The curving stream glittered.

From where he stood he could see them bundling up the sheaves of wheat.