Warm summer lay on the land.

The bees were humming in the rose vines over the porch.

Mrs.Iden, who evidently heard Lane's step, appeared in the path, and nodding her gladness at sight of him, she pointed to the open door.
Lane halted on the threshold.

The golden light of the day seemed to have entered the room and found Mel.

It warmed the pallor of her skin and the whiteness of her dress.