They were glad to sit down and rest.

It was just sundown, and the light was glistening, crisp and clear, on the leaves of the trees and on the distant hill-points.

In the west a mass of glory that the eye could not bear was sinking towards the horizon.

The eye could not bear it, and yet every eye turned that way.
"Can you see the sun ?" said Mr.Dinwiddie.
"No, sir,"-- and "No, Marmaduke." "Then why do you look at it ?" "I don't know!" laughed Nora; but Daisy said: "Because it is so beautiful, Mr.Dinwiddie." "Once when I was in Ireland," said the gentleman, "I was looking, near sunset, at some curious old ruins.

They were near a very poor little village where I had to pass the night.