Chapter 11 CARNAC'S TALK WITH HIS MOTHER

Carnac went slowly towards his father's house on the hill. Fixed, as his mind was, upon all that had just happened, his eye took fondly from the gathering dusk pictures which the artist's mind cherishes-the long roadway, with the maples and pines, the stump fences; behind which lay the garnered fields, where the plough had made ready the way for th