Mängel umwanden”....
We came home in the glimmering dawn, through a city white with Easter lilies.
CHAPTER XXXVI
“Of Paradys ne can not I speken propurly; for I was not there.”—Sir John Maundeville.
There came a day that was different from all other days. Its light, I think, will go shining down through all the days of my life, to the very end.
It was early spring. We were walking, Janet and the Lad and I, along the river, where it winds and curves among meadows, inland from the sea. The first spring green had rippled over the country, and along the water-ways, tiny leaves shivered on the silver beeches and the tall young poplar trees.
Janet chattered and laughed like a child. “Isn’t it hard to believe,” she said, shading her radiant face with her hands, “that one can be so much alive, and that—”
“That what?” I questioned.
“That the very air can be made to shine around us in this way,” she answered softly.
We were to walk to Sunset Hill, and to climb to its very top. But we loitered, and the river loitered too. It ran so lazily between its banks that we could hardly tell which way the current set.