The tide was coming in. Got back to find Wiltsie here (rather to our constern-
ation, as we all looked like frights. We "dressed up" for supper- and
after a chat on the piazza with Miss
Iles, Miss Dennis & Miss
Field, Miss Bradley & I started
for the Lookout. Met Alice,
Wiltsie & Gurdon, & Wiltsie
joined us & we got Mrs.
Reading & went down above the cliff to listen to the
breakers & watch the full moon on the sea. It was beautiful.
Fireworks on the Long Beach. Then the lights of
Wells & Kenne- bunk
and the rest hidden in mist. A fishing boat going out of the river -
the breakers dashing at our feet and white all along Lobster
Point and beyond. The full moon emerging now and
then from little banklets of fog - and pretty clouds & touching
everything with glory & silver and up behind me
Wiltsie smoking a red-ended cigar
Mrs R. telling ghost stories & Mrs. B's laugh rippling out "anon."
About nine a big bank of dark dark fog blew up & obscured
everything and we all came home - I to listen to 10 minutes of
chatter in the parlor ("Charlie" Miller was coming
tonight or in the morning) and then came up & sewed & read till
late.
The tide was coming in. Got back to find Wiltsie here (rather to our constern-
ation, as we all looked like frights. We "dressed up" for supper- and
after a chat on the piazza with Miss
Iles, Miss Dennis & Miss
Field, Miss Bradley & I started
for the Lookout. Met Alice,
Wiltsie & Gurdon, & Wiltsie
joined us & we got Mrs.
Reading & went down above the cliff to listen to the
breakers & watch the full moon on the sea. It was beautiful.
Fireworks on the Long Beach. Then the lights of
Wells & Kenne- bunk
and the rest hidden in mist. A fishing boat going out of the river -
the breakers dashing at our feet and white all along Lobster
Point and beyond. The full moon emerging now and
then from little banklets of fog - and pretty clouds & touching
everything with glory & silver and up behind me
Wiltsie smoking a red-ended cigar
Mrs R. telling ghost stories & Mrs. B's laugh rippling out "anon."
About nine a big bank of dark dark fog blew up & obscured
everything and we all came home - I to listen to 10 minutes of
chatter in the parlor ("Charlie" Miller was coming
tonight or in the morning) and then came up & sewed & read till
late.
The tide was coming in. Got back to find Wiltsie here (rather to our constern-
ation, as we all looked like frights. We "dressed up" for supper- and
after a chat on the piazza with Miss
Iles, Miss Dennis & Miss
Field, Miss Bradley & I started
for the Lookout. Met Alice,
Wiltsie & Gurdon, & Wiltsie
joined us & we got Mrs.
Reading & went down above the cliff to listen to the
breakers & watch the full moon on the sea. It was beautiful.
Fireworks on the Long Beach. Then the lights of
Wells & Kenne- bunk
and the rest hidden in mist. A fishing boat going out of the river -
the breakers dashing at our feet and white all along Lobster
Point and beyond. The full moon emerging now and
then from little banklets of fog - and pretty clouds & touching
everything with glory & silver and up behind me
Wiltsie smoking a red-ended cigar
Mrs R. telling ghost stories & Mrs. B's laugh rippling out "anon."
About nine a big bank of dark dark fog blew up & obscured
everything and we all came home - I to listen to 10 minutes of
chatter in the parlor ("Charlie" Miller was coming
tonight or in the morning) and then came up & sewed & read till
late.
