On the right hand , scrub firs , their spirits quite unbroken by long years of tussle with the gulf winds , grew thickly . On the left were the steep red sandstone cliffs , so near the track in places that a mare of less steadiness than the sorrel might have tried the nerves of the people behind her . Down at the base of the cliffs were heaps of surf-worn rocks or little sandy coves inlaid with pebbles as with ocean jewels ; beyond lay the sea , shimmering and blue , and over it soared the gulls , their pinions flashing silvery in the sunlight . `` Is n't the sea wonderful ? '' said Anne , rousing from a long , wide-eyed silence . `` Once , when I lived in Marysville , Mr. Thomas hired an express wagon and took us all to spend the day at the shore ten miles away . I enjoyed every moment of that day , even if I had to look after the children all the time . I lived it over in happy dreams for years . But this shore is nicer than the Marysville shore . Are n't those gulls splendid ? Would you like to be a gull ? I think I would -- that is , if I could n't be a human girl . Do n't you think it would be nice to wake up at sunrise and swoop down over the water and away out over that lovely blue all day ; and then at night to fly back to one 's nest ? Oh , I can just imagine myself doing it . What big house is that just ahead , please ? '' `` That 's the White Sands Hotel . Mr. Kirke runs it , but the season has n't begun yet . There are heaps of Americans come there for the summer . They think this shore is just about right . '' `` I was afraid it might be Mrs. Spencer 's place , '' said Anne mournfully .
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