The dawn was brightening rapidly, lighting up all the valley, turning the sombre river to a thread of silver, throwing out the white farmhouses into strong relief, stirring birds and beasts to a new life.
They stood up and gazed over it enchanted.
"Look at that man!" she said.
He followed the direction of her finger. "I can't see a man."
"There in the yard, carrying a pail."
"Good Lord! I can see a bit of a black dot, that is all."
She laughed with amusement. "A black dot," she repeated. "What's the matter with your eyes?"
He looked into her marvellous orbs with wonder and admiration. "I'm usually considered to have good eyes," he said, "but they're not in it with yours. You must be related to the golden eagle."
"I've seen a golden eagle's nest, and killed one too."
He pulled out his watch. "By Jove! I must get back to the works, somebody will be stealing the dynamos, or the coal," he added, looking at her with a sudden smile.