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“Daisy,” while the little girls played on the beach below them, and the gulls wheeled and cried above the line of surf that fringed the lovely bay.
A still word—strings of sand!
And yet they made my wild, wild heart
Fly down to her little hand!”
She remembered his clear brown eyes looking up at her as she read that—and something in his look—something intent and yet startled. Had he realized in that moment that it was possible that she might wield some power over him? Well, it wasn’t a very great power she had wielded, she reflected with a little bitterness. His wild, wild heart might have flown a little way down towards her hand, but it had soon regained its liberty.
Jo, moving suddenly, sent her mug of tea splashing across the table. It slopped over into the plate of cakes, and the little paper cases sailed about in it. The children shrieked with delight.
“Little boats they are, sailing in the sea. And the sea’s tea!”
Mrs. Ford and Rhoda laughed, and Ann mopped up the spilt tea, and set both the table, and her mind, in order.
5.
At the end of that week Ann found that her sales to Mrs. Ford and her daughter were the only ones recorded in her books. Two or three women had drifted in at various times, but they were unknown to Ann, and they purchased nothing. Did this mean that