"Oh, Yoletta, what an awful cram! I mean--oh, I beg your pardon for
being so rude! But--but don't you think you can draw it mild?
Thirty-one--what a joke! Why, I'm an old fellow compared with you, and
I'm not twenty-two yet. Do tell me what you mean, Yoletta?"
She was not listening to me, I saw: she had risen from the grass and
seated herself again on the stone. For only answer to my question she
pointed to the west with her hand, saying: "Look there, Smith."
I stood up and looked. The sun was near the horizon now, and partially
concealed by low clouds, which were beginning to form--gray, and tinged
with purple and red; but their misty edges burned with an intense yellow
flame. Above, the sky was clear as blue glass, barred with pale-yellow
rays, shot forth by the sinking sun, and resembling the spokes of an
immense celestial wheel reaching to the zenith. The billowy earth, with
its forests in deep green and many-colored, autumnal foliage, stretched
far before us, here in shadow, and there flushed with rich light; while
the mountain range, looming near and stupendous on our right, had
changed its color from dark blue to violet.
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