Uncle Dave says they have several freaks over there . '' `` Uncle Dave is a little prejudiced , I think . You know all the over-harbor people who come to the Glen Church seem very nice . Oh , Gilbert , is n't this beautiful ? '' The Four Winds light was built on a spur of red sand-stone cliff jutting out into the gulf . On one side , across the channel , stretched the silvery sand shore of the bar ; on the other , extended a long , curving beach of red cliffs , rising steeply from the pebbled coves . It was a shore that knew the magic and mystery of storm and star . There is a great solitude about such a shore . The woods are never solitary -- they are full of whispering , beckoning , friendly life . But the sea is a mighty soul , forever moaning of some great , unshareable sorrow , which shuts it up into itself for all eternity . We can never pierce its infinite mystery -- we may only wander , awed and spellbound , on the outer fringe of it . The woods call to us with a hundred voices , but the sea has one only -- a mighty voice that drowns our souls in its majestic music . The woods are human , but the sea is of the company of the archangels . Anne and Gilbert found Uncle Jim sitting on a bench outside the lighthouse , putting the finishing touches to a wonderful , full-rigged , toy schooner . He rose and welcomed them to his abode with the gentle , unconscious courtesy that became him so well . `` This has been a purty nice day all through , Mistress Blythe , and now , right at the last , it 's brought its best . 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 XXXXX ?
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