Paul might do it if he were older . Anyhow , I 'm going to ask him to come down next summer and meet Captain Jim . '' `` Come to this shore , '' wrote Anne to Paul . `` I am afraid you can not find here Nora or the Golden Lady or the Twin Sailors ; but you will find one old sailor who can tell you wonderful stories . '' Paul , however wrote back , saying regretfully that he could not come that year . He was going abroad for two year 's study . `` When I return I 'll come to Four Winds , dear Teacher , '' he wrote . `` But meanwhile , Captain Jim is growing old , '' said Anne , sorrowfully , `` and there is nobody to write his life-book . '' CHAPTER 18 SPRING DAYS The ice in the harbor grew black and rotten in the March suns ; in April there were blue waters and a windy , white-capped gulf again ; and again the Four Winds light begemmed the twilights . `` I 'm so glad to see it once more , '' said Anne , on the first evening of its reappearance . `` I 've missed it so all winter . The northwestern sky has seemed blank and lonely without it . '' The land was tender with brand-new , golden-green , baby leaves . There was an emerald mist on the woods beyond the Glen . The seaward valleys were full of fairy mists at dawn . Vibrant winds came and went with salt foam in their breath . The sea laughed and flashed and preened and allured , like a beautiful , coquettish woman . The herring schooled and the fishing village woke to life . The harbor was alive with white sails making for the channel . The ships began to sail outward and inward again .
`` On a spring day like this , '' said XXXXX , `` I know exactly what my soul will feel like on the resurrection morning . ''
Anne Jim Paul Sailors Teacher Winds evening life-book seaward year