huckleberries of the season, Dora," said Hernando, handing her a sprig of fully ripened berries. "Shawangunk berries are famous."
"Huckleberries? I have never tasted one. They are delicious," Dora replied.
"Just wait till you taste Margaret's huckleberry cobblers!" said Jack; "m, mit makes my mouth water to think of it!"
But the sun was getting low and even now the shadows were beginning to creep up the mountains so they reluctantly turned away from the lake.
Before they arrived at the inn where their conveyances were, the sun had gone down behind old Neversink, leaving one of those gorgeous June plays of color seen only in mountainous regions. Slowly the mountains became purple, then gray in the soft twilight, and gradually faded from view altogether. Soon the din of active life reached the ear and they emerged onto the Berm.
All were greatly affected by the events of the day and each communed with himself. To Dora, it was the event of her life. She
