You are marvelous!” Carolyn Diedermayer exclaimed. There were all varieties of bird-life known in these latitudes, from the bird of paradise down to the tiny scarlet-beaked love-birds. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. It was John Diedermayer, who had been transformed into a young scholar with a large pair of wire-rimmed eyeglasses on. "Amazement!" cried Wild. He reached for her and she stroked his head soothingly as his mother had done a few times when he had suffered bad fevers. Her hair was the one part of her that did not exude the air of wealth. There was only one sound—the fall of the sea upon the main beach, and even that said: "Hush! Hush! Hus-s-sh!" Not a leaf stirred, not a shadow moved. Your aunt liked the pheasant.
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