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S enjoying himself thoroughly in a quiet way, catching at the bits of
floating seaweed and chips, spreading his fingers out like the arches of
a miniature bridge, and letting the water rush through them,
occasionally munching at his huge bun by way of variation. For a wonder
Charlie's busy tongue was still; he saw by his father's countenance that
he was not in a mood for talking. It wore a troubled, saddened
expression; he was living over the old sorrow that Charlie's words had
called up. His uncle, too, seemed in deep thought, and rowed on in
silence; although they were unconscious of it, perhaps, there is no
doubt that all three felt the influence of that beautiful calm summer
evening. The rich hues of the setting sun were gradually fading out from
the sky, yet wonderful shades of crimson, rose colour, and gold, still
lingered lovingly amongst the clouds, and rested upon the waters. All
the bustle of the town had been left far behind; there was nothing to
break the silence but the measured plash of the oars, and the soft
rippling and murmuring of the water as the little boat rode lightly over
the waves. As Charlie gazed up at the glorious sky, he began to wonder
where the sun went to every night, and how it was that there were always
such lovely colours in the sky just where it disappeared; at last he
came to the conclusion that the sun went into heaven, and that beautiful
golden and rose-coloured light streamed out when the door was opened.
Charlie liked this idea so much, that he was quite disappointed when he
learned afterwards that it was not the case. "What a grand place heaven
must be!" thought Charlie, remembering what he had heard at Sunday
school. "How splendid Go