The two boys had come to a turn in the road, and stood looking back over
the way they had come. The younger of the two looked up wistfully to the
cherry-blossomed trees overhead. "It is hot, Sebastian!--Let us rest."
With a smile the other boy threw himself on the grass. The large, flat
book that he carried under his arm fell to the ground beside him, and
his hand stole out and touched it. He had a wide, quiet face, with blue
eyes and a short nose, and lips that smiled dreamily to themselves. As
he lay looking up into the white blossoms that swayed and waited against
the clear blue of the sky, the lips curved in gentle content.
His companion, who had thrown himself on the cool grass beside him,
watched him admiringly. His glance shifted and rested on the book that
lay on the grass. "What is it?--What is it, Sebastian?" he asked
timidly. He put out an inquisitive finger toward the book.
Sebastian turned it quietly aside. "Let be," he said.