Mr. Curtin looked from side to side of Sweet Rocket valley. "It's like a
beaker of Venetian glass! You'd say there was a magic drink in it....
But how clean and drenched with sun is this air!"
"Yes!"
"He never married? Archer said he thought not."
"No, he didn't marry."
"He's rather the kind that marries the world."
"Yes, I think so. We turn here to the house. Have you the time?"
"It's almost noon."
"He will be home, then. He works upon the farm as though he had eyes."
They left the pebbly beach and went by the cedars up to the house. Tam
came to meet them, and Linden rose from the bench upon the porch.