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The tents shone white where the sun caught them in patches. THE TENTS SHONE WHITE WHERE THE SUN CAUGHT THEM IN PATCHES
never discovered, for it is quite certain she always slept with the flap tightly fastened; I only know that my own little "five by seven, all silk" faced due east, because next morning the sun, pouring in as only the wilderness sun knows how to pour, woke me early, and a moment later, with a short run over soft moss and a flying dive from the granite ledge, I was swimming in the most sparkling water imaginable. It was barely four o'clock, and the sun came down a long vista of blue islands that led out to the open sea and Finland. Nearer by rose the wooded domes of our own property, still capped and wreathed with smoky trails of fast-melting mist, and looking as fresh as though it was the morning of Mrs. Maloney's Sixth Day and they had just issued, clean and brilliant, from the hands of the great Architect. In the open spaces the ground was drenched with dew, and from the sea a cool salt wind stole in among the trees and set the branches trembling in an atmosphere of shimmering silver. R EAST I THINK SHE NEVER DISCOVERED FOR IT IS QUITE CERTAIN SHE ALWAYS SLEPT WITH THE FLAP TIGHTLY FASTENED I ONLY KNOW THAT MY OWN LITTLE FIVE BY SEVEN ALL SILK FACED DUE EAST BECAUSE NEXT MORNING THE SUN POURING IN AS ONLY THE WILDERNESS SUN KNOWS HOW TO POUR WOKE ME EARLY AND A MOMENT LATER WITH A SHORT RUN OVER SOFT MOSS AND A FLYING DIVE FROM THE GRANITE LEDGE I WAS SWIMMING IN THE MOST SPARKLING WATER IMAGINABLE IT WAS BARELY FOUR O'CLOCK AND THE SUN CAME DOWN A LONG VISTA OF BLUE ISLANDS THAT LED OUT TO THE OPEN SEA AND FINLAND NEARER BY ROSE THE WOODED DOMES OF OUR OWN PROPERTY STILL CAPPED AND WREATHED WITH SMOKY TRAILS OF FAST MELTING MIST AND LOOKING AS FRESH AS THOUGH IT WAS THE MORNING OF MISSUS MALONEY'S SIXTH DAY AND THEY HAD JUST ISSUED CLEAN AND BRILLIANT FROM THE HANDS OF THE GREAT ARCHITECT IN THE OPEN SPACES THE GROUND WAS DRENCHED WITH DEW AND FROM THE SEA A COOL SALT WIND STOLE IN AMONG THE TREES AND SET THE BRANCHES TREMBLING IN AN ATMOSPHERE OF SHIMMERING SILVER
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