graveyard, close to our fence.

She was fond of giving me surprises, of watching my wonder at
seeing anything beautiful or strange for the first time. Once,
when I was very little, she made me supremely happy by rousing me
before four o'clock in the morning, dressing me hurriedly, and
taking me out with her for a walk across the graveyard and
through the dewy fields. The birds were singing, and the sun was
just rising, and we were walking toward the east, hand in hand,
when suddenly there appeared before us what looked to me like an
immense blue wall, stretching right and left as far as I could
see.

"Oh, what is it the wall of?" I cried.

It was a revelation she had meant for me. "So you did not know it
was the sea, little girl!" she said.

It was a wonderful illusion to My unaccustomed eyes, and I took
in at that moment for the first time something of the real
grandeur of the ocean. Not a sail was in sight, and the blue
expanse was scarcely disturbed by a ripple, for it was the high-
tide calm. That morning's freshness, that vision of the sea, I
know I can never lose.

>From our garret window--and the garret was my usual retreat when
I wanted to get away by myself with my books or my dreams--we had
the distant horizon-line of the bay, across a quarter of a mile
of trees and mowing fields. We could see the white breakers
dashing against the long narrow island just outside of the