THE GROWS. 115 



light at a very low angle. The result was that the eye 

 saw nothing of the water or the wavelet, but caught 

 only the brilliant glow. Instead of a succession of 

 sparkles there seemed to be a golden liquid floating 

 on the surface as oil floats a golden liquid two or 

 three inches thick, which flowed before the wind. 



Besides this surface of molten gold there was a 

 sheen and flicker above it, as if a spray or vapour, 

 carried along, or the crests of the wavelets blown over, 

 was also of gold. But the metal conveys no idea of 

 the glowing, lustrous light which filled the hollow by 

 the dusty road. It was visible from one spot only, a 

 few steps altering the angle lessened the glory, and as 

 the pond itself came into view there was nothing but 

 a ripple on water somewhat thick with suspended sand. 

 Thus things change their appearance as they are 

 looked at in different ways. 



A patch of water crowsfoot grows on the farthest 

 side of the pond, and in early summer sends up lovely 

 white flowers. 



