Some power had entered them and opened their eyes.

The thrush's song grew fainter in the distance.

The boy was first to speak.
"I think that bird must have had a long flight sometime," he said.
"Why ?" "I am sure that he has heard the music of Paradise.

I wonder if you are as happy as I am." "I was never so happy," she answered.
"What a beautiful country we are in! I have forgotten all about the danger and the hardship and the evil men.

Have you ever seen any place like it ?" "No.