The rime on the grass looked cool and tempting.

Charles's head ached, and he went out for a moment and stood in the crisp still air.

The rooks were cawing high up.

The face of the earth had not altered during the night.

It shimmered and was glad, and smiled at his grave, care-worn face.
"Hallo!" called a voice; and Ralph's head, with his hair sticking straight out on every side, was thrust out of a window.