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can ever make up her loss. For me, I donā€™t want to go there no more. Thereā€™s some folks you miss and some folks you donā€™t, when theyā€™re gone, but there ainā€™t hardly a day I donā€™t think oā€™ dear Sarah Tilley. She was always right there; yes, you knew just where to find her like a plain flower. ā€™Lijahā€™s worthy enough; I do esteem ā€™Lijah, but heā€™s a ploddinā€™ man.ā€ XXI The Backward View

At last it was the time of late summer, when the house was cool and damp in the morning, and all the light seemed to come through green leaves; but at the first step out of doors the sunshine always laid a warm hand on my shoulder, and the clear, high sky seemed to lift quickly as I looked at it. There was no autumnal mist on the coast, nor any August fog; instead of these, the sea, the sky, all the long shore line and the inland hills, with every bush of bay and every fir-top, gained a deeper color and a sharper clearness. There was something shining in the air, and a kind of lustre on the water and the pasture grassā ā€”a northern look that, except at this moment of the year, one must go far to seek. The sunshine of a northern summer was coming to its lovely end.

The days were few then at Dunnet Landing, and I let each of them slip away unwillingly as a miser spends his coins. I wished to have one of my first weeks back again, with those long hours when nothing happened except the growth of herbs and the course of the sun. Once I had not even known where to go for a walk; now there were many delightful things to be done and done again, as if I were in London. I felt hurried and full of pleasant engagements, and the days flew by like a handful of flowers flung to the sea wind.

At last I had to say goodbye to all my Dunnet Landing friends, and my homelike place in the little house, and return to the world in which I feared to find myself a foreigner. There may be restrictions to such a summerā€™s happiness, but the ease that belongs to simplicity is charming enough to make up for whatever a simple life may lack, and the gifts of peace are not for those who live in the thick of battle.

I was to take the small unpunctual steamer that went down the bay in the afternoon, and I sat for a while by my window looking out on the green herb garden, with regret for company. Mrs. Todd had hardly spoken all day except in the briefest and most disapproving way; it was as if we were on the edge of a quarrel. It seemed impossible to take my departure with anything like composure. At last I heard a footstep, and looked up to find that Mrs. Todd was standing at the door.

ā€œIā€™ve seen to everything now,ā€ she told me in an unusually loud and businesslike voice. ā€œYour trunks are on the wā€™arf by this time. Capā€™n Bowden he come and took ā€™em down himself, anā€™ is going to see that theyā€™re safe aboard. Yes, Iā€™ve seen to all your ā€™rangements,ā€ she repeated in a gentler tone. ā€œThese things Iā€™ve left on the kitchen table youā€™ll want to carry by hand; the basket neednā€™t be returned. I guess I shall walk over towards the Port now anā€™ inquire how old Misā€™ Edward Caplin is.ā€

I glanced at my friendā€™s face, and saw a look that touched me to the heart. I had been sorry enough before to go away.

ā€œI guess youā€™ll excuse me if I ainā€™t down there to stand around on the wā€™arf and see you go,ā€ she said, still trying to be gruff. ā€œYes, I ought to go over and inquire for Misā€™ Edward Caplin; itā€™s her third shock, and if mother gets in on Sunday sheā€™ll want to know just how the old lady is.ā€ With this last word Mrs. Todd turned and left me as if with sudden thought of something she had forgotten, so that I felt sure she was coming back, but presently I heard her go out of the kitchen door and walk down the path toward the gate. I could not part so; I ran after her to say goodbye, but she shook her head and waved her hand without looking back when she heard my hurrying steps, and so went away down the street.

When I went in again the little house had suddenly grown lonely, and my room looked empty as it had the day I came. I and all my belongings had died out of it, and I knew how it would seem when Mrs. Todd came back and found her lodger gone. So we die before our own eyes; so we see some chapters of our lives come to their natural end.

I found the little packages on the kitchen table. There was a quaint West Indian basket which I knew its owner had valued, and which I had once admired; there was an affecting provision laid beside it for my seafaring supper, with a neatly tied bunch of southernwood and a twig of bay, and a little old leather box which held the coral pin that Nathan Todd brought home to give to poor Joanna.

There was still an hour to wait, and I went up the hill just above the schoolhouse and sat there thinking of things, and looking off to sea, and watching for the boat to come in sight. I could see Green Island, small and darkly wooded at that distance; below me were the houses of the village with their apple-trees and bits of garden ground. Presently, as I looked at the pastures beyond, I caught a last glimpse of Mrs. Todd herself, walking slowly in the footpath that led along, following the shore toward the Port. At such

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