A Day with the Sea Urehens, 97

 

down the steep path by the little cemetery where the
white crosses gleam in the evening light, and catch
sight of the lovely placid bay between the trees, I
dream it all over again too; and think how much
better than other people I know what is going on out
there.

Now that I have told you all about it you may
picture it to yourselves, as you come upon our favourite
haunts day after day. But I have still to make my
own farewell song for you, and at any rate, dear Land
Urchins, every one of you—this is in real, downright
earnest—that I wish you, with all my heart in the wish,
A Happy Christmas, and the brightest of New Years.

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