grows much denser and the way more mysterious. A white boat - with a
white duck man & maiden - appeared - shot by and disappeared -
their voices floating after out of nothingness. I lay in the stern - se bow and watched it. Gray nothing -
salt marsh - beautiful - but unreal, one side - dunes - equally
beautiful and unreal and disappearing on the other - gray ahead -
gray behind - voices at the stern & Mrs. Miller's
pretty laugh. Just a ripple of the oars, and Wiltsie's white sweatered back bending backward and
forward before me - a feather in his gray soft felt hat and a
bull-dog pipe on the white seat behind him. By the time we reached the
bridge my hair was dripping with moisture. Just above the bridge we
had a strange vision of a "strawberry apple" digging
for claws! I cleaned and vasalined Diana
before dressing - she needed it. Then put on my best silk waist and
sailed down to such a delicious supper. Our
flounders fried - baked potatoes - tea - vegetable salad - blueberry
cakes and milk - and many other things. Wiltsie has invited me to deep-sea fishing again tomorrow.
Also Miss Field - the pretty Wellesley girl who
goes to Orr's Island Saturday. After supper the
children insisted upon
grows much denser and the way more mysterious. A white boat - with a
white duck man & maiden - appeared - shot by and disappeared -
their voices floating after out of nothingness. I lay in the stern - se bow and watched it. Gray nothing -
salt marsh - beautiful - but unreal, one side - dunes - equally
beautiful and unreal and disappearing on the other - gray ahead -
gray behind - voices at the stern & Mrs. Miller's
pretty laugh. Just a ripple of the oars, and Wiltsie's white sweatered back bending backward and
forward before me - a feather in his gray soft felt hat and a
bull-dog pipe on the white seat behind him. By the time we reached the
bridge my hair was dripping with moisture. Just above the bridge we
had a strange vision of a "strawberry apple" digging
for claws! I cleaned and vasalined Diana
before dressing - she needed it. Then put on my best silk waist and
sailed down to such a delicious supper. Our
flounders fried - baked potatoes - tea - vegetable salad - blueberry
cakes and milk - and many other things. Wiltsie has invited me to deep-sea fishing again tomorrow.
Also Miss Field - the pretty Wellesley girl who
goes to Orr's Island Saturday. After supper the
children insisted upon
grows much denser and the way more mysterious. A white boat - with a
white duck man & maiden - appeared - shot by and disappeared -
their voices floating after out of nothingness. I lay in the stern - se bow and watched it. Gray nothing -
salt marsh - beautiful - but unreal, one side - dunes - equally
beautiful and unreal and disappearing on the other - gray ahead -
gray behind - voices at the stern & Mrs. Miller's
pretty laugh. Just a ripple of the oars, and Wiltsie's white sweatered back bending backward and
forward before me - a feather in his gray soft felt hat and a
bull-dog pipe on the white seat behind him. By the time we reached the
bridge my hair was dripping with moisture. Just above the bridge we
had a strange vision of a "strawberry apple" digging
for claws! I cleaned and vasalined Diana
before dressing - she needed it. Then put on my best silk waist and
sailed down to such a delicious supper. Our
flounders fried - baked potatoes - tea - vegetable salad - blueberry
cakes and milk - and many other things. Wiltsie has invited me to deep-sea fishing again tomorrow.
Also Miss Field - the pretty Wellesley girl who
goes to Orr's Island Saturday. After supper the
children insisted upon
