If not, she must on to Williamsburgh and the keeping of the vestry there.

The next Orphan Court would bind her to some master or mistress who might (or might not) be kind to her, and so there would be an end to the matter.
The day was breaking.

Moon and stars were gone, and the east was dull pink, like faded roses.

A ribbon of silver mist, marking the course of the stream below, drew itself like a serpent through the woods that were changing from gray to green.

The dank smell of early morning rose from the dew-drenched earth, and in the countless trees of the forest the birds began to sing.
A word or phrase which is as common and familiar as our hand may, in some one minute of time, take on a significance and present a face so keen and strange that it is as if we had never met it before.