Yet the sound seemed of long ago.
Down here summer had advanced.

Rich thick foliage overspread the winding road of sand.

Then out of the shade she passed into the sunnier regions of isolated pines.

Along here she had raced Calico with Glenn's bay; and here she had caught him, and there was the place she had fallen.
She halted a moment under the pine tree where Glenn had held her in his arms.

Tears dimmed her eyes.