"Yes, — she has a way of looking bright."
"How did you know it was Venus, or how do you know?"
"Very much in the same way that I know it is Winnie. I have seen her before. I never saw those clouds before."
"Did you ever see such clouds before! And how long they stay,
Winthrop. O what a place!"
Slowly the little boat pulled over the river, getting further and further from Bright Spot and its bright bit of sky scenery, which faded and changed very slowly as they sailed away. They neared the high rocky point of Shahweetah, and then instead of turning down the river, kept an easterly course along the low woody shore which stretched back from the point. As they went on, and as the clouds lost their glory, the sky in the west over Wut-a-qut-o's head tinged itself with violet and grew to an opal light, the white flushing up liquidly into rosy violet, which in the northeast quarter of the horizon melted away to a clear grave blue.
"It's more beautiful than the clouds," said Winnie.
"It is a wonderful evening," said Winthrop, as he set his oars more earnestly in the water and the little boat skimmed along.
"But dear Governor, where are you going?"
"Going to land, somewhere."
"To land! But it'll be time to go home, won't it? We're a great way from there."