would play with us. So we liked him. And how he could run
“He is a beauty,” Hugh agreed heartily; “I should like to see him."
He turned toward the window where the hinged sash stood open and through which he could look out at the sunset and at the distant mountain black against a flaming sky. He could see most of the little town also where the children were running home and men were coming from their work and gay voices could be heard calling greetings from one doorway to another. The tiny houses had a comfortable, cozy look, now that he knew what warm-hearted people lived within. Carl came to his side, seeming to feel more at ease, and began to point out one place after another.
“That is Nels Larson's house," he said, “and that is the landing where the boats come in from the lake and that," pointing to the mountain, “is Jasper Peak. My Uncle Oscar lives way out beyond there.”
