I thought you would come and have your
tea with me. But you were so long, that mamma would not let me wait any
longer."
"O, never mind the tea, my dear. But Wynnie has had none. You've got a
tea-caddy of your own, haven't you?"
"Yes, and a teapot; and there's the kettle on the hob--for I can't do
without a little fire in the evenings."
"Then I'll make some tea for Wynnie and myself, and tell you at the same
time about the sunset. I never saw such colours. I cannot tell you what it
was like while the sun was yet going down, for the glory of it has burned
the memory of it out of me. But after the sun was down, the sky remained
thinking about him; and the thought of the sky was in delicate translucent
green on the horizon, just the colour of the earth etherealised and
glorified--a broad band; then came another broad band of pale rose-colour;
and above that came the sky's own eternal blue, pale likewise, but so sure
and changeless. I never saw the green and the blue divided and harmonised
by the rose-colour before. It was a wonderful sight. If it is warm enough
to-morrow, we will carry you out on the height, that you may see what the
evening will bring.
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