The afternoon was dragging towards its mellow hour . The sun was deepening the gold of its lances , the bees were going home and the birds were flying past less often . Dickon and Mary were sitting on the grass , the tea - basket was repacked ready to be taken back to the house , and Colin was lying against his cushions with his heavy locks pushed back from his forehead and his face looking quite a natural color .
День приближался к своему счастливому часу. Солнце углубляло золото своих копий, пчелы собирались домой, а птицы пролетали реже. Дикон и Мэри сидели на траве, чайная корзина была переупакована, чтобы ее можно было отнести обратно в дом, а Колин лежал на подушках, откинув тяжелые локоны со лба, и его лицо выглядело вполне естественного цвета.
