“Isn’t it going to be lovely when the real furniture is on the terrace here?” said Ethel Blue eagerly.
“The view is lovely, no matter what the chairs are,” returned Miss Graham, smiling at her affectionately. “When do you think your aunt is coming?”
“I don’t know. Did she expect you? Shall I run back to the house and tell her you are here?”
“No, probably I’m a little early and I shall enjoy sitting here and talking with you until she comes.”
Ethel felt much complimented by this desire on Miss Graham’s part and placed her chair beside her.
Their eyes looked out across the field with its brook and the trees that sheltered Mr. Emerson’s house. Across the street the meadows, rich with the field flowers of late summer, stretched away towards the distant river, and beyond that were more trees rearing their heights across the sky.
As they looked a shadow fell on the meadow and moved swiftly across it.
“It looks as if some huge birds were flying between the earth and the sun,” smiled Miss Daisy.
“Doesn’t it go fast!” returned Ethel Blue.
“Notice the change in the color of the meadow, when the sunlight is hidden for a minute and then falls again on the vegetation.”