“Turn to red and turn to gold,
Though we’re young, we must be old.”
“What is she doing?” whispered Tina.
“Getting the leaves ready to turn,” said Sunny.
“I know what that means. It means I must be going.”
Tina couldn’t imagine what he meant, but she followed him.
“I am getting very tired,” she said. “When will we get to Sunset Land?”
“It will not be long, now,” said Sunny. “We will see the sentinel soon.”
“I don’t believe I can go any further,” said Tina, “unless I rest.”
“Just a few moments,” said Sunny, kindly. “When we come in sight of the sentinel, we will be all right, and can rest as long as we want to.”