MarchwentwiththeyoungpeopleacrossthemeadowbehindthePosthofandupintotheforest，whichbeganatthebaseofthemountain。Atfirsttheytriedtokeephimintherangeoftheirtalk；buthefellbehindmoreandmore，andasthetalknarrowedtothemselvesitwaslessandlesspossibletoincludehiminit。WhenitbegantoconcerntheircommonappreciationoftheMarches，theyeventriedtogetoutofhishearing。
“They’resoyoungintheirthoughts。”saidBurnamy，“andtheyseemasmuchinterestedineverythingastheycouldhavebeenthirtyyearsago。
Theybelongtoatimewhentheworldwasagooddealfresherthanitisnow；don’tyouthink？Imean，intheeighteen-sixties。”
“Oh，yes，Icanseethat。”
“Idon’tknowwhyweshouldn’tbebornolderineachgenerationthanpeoplewereinthelast。Perhapsweare。”hesuggested。