"What dreadful times!" said Flora.
"So these stories show them."
"Uncle Eden," said Esther, "it is time to go in and get ready for dinner."
"Is it? Oh, this pine wood is better than dinner! Look how the light is coming red through the boles of the trees! Feel this air that is playing about my face! Smell the pines!"
"But you will want dinner, Uncle Eden, all the same, and it will be ready."
"Well," said Mr. Murray, rousing himself so far as to get up on one elbow.
"Where shall we go for our reading to-morrow afternoon?" said Maggie.
"The Lookout rock," suggested Meredith.
"Do you like that, Uncle Eden?"
"I like it all, Maggie. If to-morrow is like to-day, I think the Lookout rock will be very enjoyable."