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TWILIGHT

am going down to the sea. I yearn for the sea this morning. Go up to the house, will you? Fetch a cushion or so. Then we can be luxurious." He executed his commission quickly, and when he came up to her again had not only a cushion but a rug on his arm. She said quickly:

"What a wonderful morning! Isn't it a God-given morning?"

"All mornings are wonderful and God-given that bring me to you," he answered little less soberly, walking by her side. "Won't you lean a little on me, take my arm?"

"Do I look decrepit?" She laughed, walking on light feet. Spring was everywhere, in the soft air, and the throats of courting birds, in the breeze and both their hearts. They went down to the sea and he arranged the cushions against that very rock behind which I had once sat and heard them talk. She said now she must face the sea, the winds that blew from it.

"Not too cold?" he asked her.

"Not too anything. You may sit on the rug too, there is a bit to spare for you. What book have you in your pocket?"

"No book today. I carried Anne's prayer-book."

"'Science and Health'?"

She was full of merriment and laughter.

"No; the ordinary Church Service. There was nothing else available."