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Updated: May 29, 2025
We telegraphed to Jesse Boyd to have the house opened for us and, one crisp spring day, when a rollicking wind was scudding over the harbour and the dunes, whipping the water into white caps and washing the sandshore with long lines of silvery breakers, we alighted at the little station and walked the half mile to our new home, leaving our goods and chattels to be carted over in the evening by an obliging station agent's boy.
But somehow when he reached the cave its unwholesome charm overcame him, and he sat down on the boulder at its mouth. "An hour yet before tide time," he said. "Just enough time to read that article on impressionists in my review and then stroll home by the sandshore."
In the forenoon Anne and Diana rowed the delighted twins down the pond to the sandshore to pick "sweet grass" and paddle in the surf, over which the wind was harping an old lyric learned when the world was young. In the afternoon Anne walked down to the old Irving place to see Paul.
But in future you've got to remember that in law you're a Melville whatever you are in fact." I nodded dutifully. "I'll remember, Uncle Abimelech," I promised. After everything had been arranged and Uncle Abimelech had gone I looked at Murray. "Well?" I said. Murray twinkled. "You've accomplished the impossible, sis. But, as Uncle Abimelech intimated don't you try it again." A Sandshore Wooing
A rollicking wind was scudding across the harbor and the dunes, whipping the water into white-caps and washing the sandshore with long lines of silvery breakers. "I'm real proud to see you here again, Mistress Blythe," said Captain Jim. "Sit down sit down. I'm afeared it's mighty dusty here today but there's no need of looking at dust when you can look at such scenery, is there?"
He felt very uncomfortable; he could not conscientiously blame himself, but he saw that he had acted foolishly. And of course he must go away at once. And he must also tell her something she ought to know. He wished he had told her long ago. The following afternoon was a perfect one. Reeves was sketching on the sandshore when Helen came.
"I should think I do," smiled Rilla; and then her smile grew dreamy and absent; she was remembering something else that hour with Kenneth on the sandshore. Where would Ken be tonight? And Jem and Jerry and Walter and all the other boys who had danced and moonlighted on the old Four Winds Point that evening of mirth and laughter their last joyous unclouded evening.
The long sweep of the sandshore was so glaringly brilliant that the pained eye sought relief among the rough rocks, where shadows were cast by the big red sandstone boulders. The little cluster of fishing houses nearby were bleached to a silvery grey by long exposure to wind and rain. Far off were several "Yankee" fishing schooners, their sails dimly visible against the white horizon.
Off to the left were softly swelling violet hills and beyond the sandshore, where little waves were crisping and silvering, there was a harbour where scores of slender masts were nodding against the gracious horizon. Miss Trevor sighed with sheer happiness in all the wonderful, fleeting, elusive loveliness of sky and sea.
"It'll be all right, sir," said one of the men. "If they can't land here, they can beach her on the sandshore." "If they only knew enough to do that," wailed the old man. "But they don't they'll come right on to the rocks." "Why don't they lower their sail?" said another. "They will upset if they don't." "They're lowering it now," said Benjamin. The boat was now about 300 yards from the shore.
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