And now the flaming red, the deep yellow, the slate blue; and now that gauzy veil of lilac, rose, and amethyst, fading and dulling as the darker shadows rise from the valleys!" Her flashing eyes sought Ferguson's.

Twilight had suddenly come.
"It is the most beautiful country in the world!" she said positively.
He was regarding her with gravely humorous eyes.

"It cert'nly is pretty, ma'am," he returned.

"But you can't make a whole book out of one sunset." Her eyes flashed.

"No," she returned.