Would you like to sit down here outside a bit , while the light lasts ? I 've just finished this bit of a plaything for my little grand nephew , Joe , up at the Glen . After I promised to make it for him I was kinder sorry , for his mother was vexed . She 's afraid he 'll be wanting to go to sea later on and she does n't want the notion encouraged in him . But what could I do , Mistress Blythe ? I 'd PROMISED him , and I think it 's sorter real dastardly to break a promise you make to a child . Come , sit down . It wo n't take long to stay an hour . '' The wind was off shore , and only broke the sea 's surface into long , silvery ripples , and sent sheeny shadows flying out across it , from every point and headland , like transparent wings . The dusk was hanging a curtain of violet gloom over the sand dunes and the headlands where gulls were huddling . The sky was faintly filmed over with scarfs of silken vapor . Cloud fleets rode at anchor along the horizons . An evening star was watching over the bar . `` Is n't that a view worth looking at ? '' said Captain Jim , with a loving , proprietary pride . `` Nice and far from the market-place , ai n't it ? No buying and selling and getting gain . You do n't have to pay anything -- all that sea and sky free -- ` without money and without price . ' There 's going to be a moonrise purty soon , too -- I 'm never tired of finding out what a moonrise can be over them rocks and sea and harbor . There 's a surprise in it every time . ''
They had their XXXXX , and watched its marvel and magic in a silence that asked nothing of the world or each other .
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