And what do you suppose it is ? The sunset is a land all flowers , like a great garden , and the clouds are beds of flowers . We sailed into a great big harbour , a thousand times bigger than the harbour over there at your hotel , and I stepped out of the boat on a ` normous meadow all roses . I stayed there for ever so long . It seemed almost a year , but the Youngest Twin Sailor says I was only away a few hours or so . You see , in Sunset Land the time is ever so much longer than it is here . But I was glad to come back too . I 'm always glad to come back to the cove and Stephen . Now , you know this never really happened . '' Miss Trevor would not give up the foolscap book so easily , but for a long time Paul refused to show it to her . She came to the cove every day , and every day Paul seemed more delightful to her . He was so quaint , so clever , so spontaneous . Yet there was nothing premature or unnatural about him . He was wholly boy , fond of fun and frolic , not too good for little spurts of quick temper now and again , though , as he was careful to explain to Miss Trevor , he never showed them to a lady . `` I get real mad with the Twin Sailors sometimes , and even with Stephen , for all he 's so good to me . But I could n't be mad with you or Nora or the Golden Lady . It would never do . '' Every day he had some new story to tell of a wonderful adventure on rock or sea , always taking the precaution of assuring her beforehand that it was n't true . The boy 's fancy was like a prism , separating every ray that fell upon it into rainbows . He was passionately fond of the shore and water .
The only world XXXXX him beyond Noel 's Cove was the world of his imagination .
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