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Updated: May 28, 2025
He was so busily and pleasantly engaged in eating that he paid no heed to the aspect of the sky. Nor, indeed, was there anything of very serious import in its changes. But Henry Burns, alert as ever, saw certain signs of wind in some light banks of cloud that began to gather in the western sky, in the direction of Coombs's landing.
Yet they came into the use of one, two days later, through an adventure. It was early in the afternoon, and Henry Burns and Harvey and Little Tim stood on the float at Coombs's landing, looking at a sailboat that lay at its berth alongside. It was not exactly a handsome craft; with too great length for its beam, and its lines drawn out so fine astern that it bade fair to be somewhat cranky.
"I dunno as I care much about it," answered Tim, bluntly. The woman smiled a little. "No?" she said. "Let's see your hand." Tim extended a grimy fist across the table, the lines of which were so obscured with the soil of Coombs's landing that it might have puzzled more than a wizard to read them. But the woman, her keen eyes twinkling, remarked quickly, "That's a fisherman's hand.
You little knew for what you asked. You little thought what the earth would soon be like, if it were always winter, if one sheet of ice on the pond glued itself on to the bottom of the last sheet, till the whole pond was a solid mass, if one snow-fall lay upon the top of another snow-fall till the moor was covered many feet deep and the snow began sliding slowly down the glen from Coombs's, burying the green fields, tearing the trees up by their roots, burying gradually house, church, and village, and making this place for a few thousand years what it was many thousand years ago.
At the station good-bys were spoken and repeated, and Madeline's promise was exacted for the hundredth time. Dorothy Coombs's last words were: "Give my love to Monty Price. Tell him I'm I'm glad he kissed me!" Helen's eyes had a sweet, grave, yet mocking light as she said: "Majesty, bring Stewart with you when you come. He'll be the rage."
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