All at once he jumped up and waved his cap. For there against the sun was the great figure of his faithful giant, flourishing his friendly arms.
“Rosa! Rosa!” called Luigi. “There he is. See him,—my giant!”
The other children crowded around. “Where? Where?” they cried. But at that moment Benevaldo was lost to view, and there was only his long shadow, scudding across the hills.
But the shadow Luigi and Rosa saw often and often all their lives. And you can see it sometimes too if you will look.
If you will look
When this book you close for aye,