"And look", cried Adeline, "the little Virginia creeper! It has turned bright scarlet just as though it were a grown-up vine!"
And so it had. Its tiny tendrils clung almost fiercely to the bricks, as though it were in some way responsible for the staunchness of the house, and every leaf was crimson.
Then Philip exclaimed, "See the pigeons, Adeline! They are going south! Gad, what a horde of them!"
A number were flying overhead and these increased till they hung like a swift-moving cloud. The cloud was grey-blue but the wings in it made flashes of fire. Their strength reached from house to church and it was four hours and almost dark before they had passed. Then darkness closed about the house, the candles were lighted and extinguished. With her head on Philip’s shoulder, Adeline slept.