At the top of the hill they sat down to rest, before them the wonderful panorama of grandeur—the green valley, the silvery river, the far-reaching mauve and purple mountains.
"My, isn't this real pretty!" exclaimed the girl.
HE WAS LOOKING AT HER LOVELY, GLORIFIED FACE
The young man scarcely heard the words, else he would have frowned unconsciously at the "real pretty." He was looking at her lovely, glorified face.
"I thought you'd like it," he breathed.
"Oh, I do."
"I know another just as fine. We'll go there next."
A shadow like a cloud crossed her face.