Still with rapt face she gazed afar into the sunset west , with eyes that saw visions trooping splendidly across that glowing background . Through Newbridge , a bustling little village where dogs barked at them and small boys hooted and curious faces peered from the windows , they drove , still in silence . When three more miles had dropped away behind them the child had not spoken . She could keep silence , it was evident , as energetically as she could talk . `` I guess you 're feeling pretty tired and hungry , '' Matthew ventured to say at last , accounting for her long visitation of dumbness with the only reason he could think of . `` But we have n't very far to go now -- only another mile . '' She came out of her reverie with a deep sigh and looked at him with the dreamy gaze of a soul that had been wondering afar , star-led . `` Oh , Mr. Cuthbert , '' she whispered , `` that place we came through -- that white place -- what was it ? '' `` Well now , you must mean the Avenue , '' said Matthew after a few moments ' profound reflection . `` It is a kind of pretty place . '' `` Pretty ? Oh , PRETTY does n't seem the right word to use . Nor beautiful , either . They do n't go far enough . Oh , it was wonderful -- wonderful . It 's the first thing I ever saw that could n't be improved upon by imagination . It just satisfies me here '' -- she put one hand on her breast -- `` it made a queer funny ache and yet it was a pleasant ache . Did you ever have an ache like that , Mr. Cuthbert ? '' `` Well now , I just ca n't recollect that I ever had . '' `` I have it lots of time -- whenever I see anything royally beautiful .
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