Howland sprang from the car, sketchbook in hand, and ran forward
to a jutting rock that commanded the wide valley, flanked by hills, in
whose bosom lay a loch, shimmering in the morning light. The car drew
up on the brow of a long and gently sloping incline, which the road
followed until it disappeared in a turn at the village at the loch's
end.
"Get the little church tower in, father, and a bit of the castle. I can
see it from here," said Paula, standing upon the motor seat.
"I shall try this further rock," said her father. "Ah, here it is. Do
come, all of you, and get this. Oh, what a perfectly glorious view!"
The little group gathered about him in silence, upon a little headland
that overlooked the valley, and feasted upon the beauty that spread
itself out before them, the undulating slope and shimmering loch, the
wide moors and softly rounded hills, the dark green masses of ragged
firs, and the great white Bens in the far distance, and below them,
in the midst the human touch, in a nestling village with its
Heaven-pointing spire.
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