" "Oh! what a happy time you are at," pursued Anna.

" I remember, and I know that blue haze like the mist on the mountains in Switzerland.

That mist which covers everything in that blissful time when childhood is just ending, and out of that vast circle, happy and gay, there is a path growing narrower and narrower, and it is delightful and alarming to enter the ballroom, bright and splendid as it is....