. St. Nicholas [serial] . A FOURTH-OF-JULY MORNING IN THE DAISY-FIELD. 776. VPBQMD / The sun had already been up for hours, and Kitty, still leaning out of the window; I was busy setting fire to the windows in all thecottages looking seaward, touching up the topsof the waves with a most engaging glitter, turn-ing brown sails to bronze and white to silver,and doing his best generally to present to theworld a brilliant and satisfactory sample of afine summer morning by the sea. But this little ceremony of introducing a newday was not left entirely to the pleasure of thesun in Coquisett Harbor. B
. St. Nicholas [serial] . A FOURTH-OF-JULY MORNING IN THE DAISY-FIELD. 776. VPBQMD / The sun had already been up for hours, and Kitty, still leaning out of the window; I was busy setting fire to the windows in all thecottages looking seaward, touching up the topsof the waves with a most engaging glitter, turn-ing brown sails to bronze and white to silver,and doing his best generally to present to theworld a brilliant and satisfactory sample of afine summer morning by the sea. But this little ceremony of introducing a newday was not left entirely to the pleasure of thesun in Coquisett Harbor. Boom! went the gun—like a big drum-majorgiving his orders — from the boat-house onCoquisett Island, where the governors cottagestood. Brisk and blithe in the wake of theponderous roar broke out the tripping notes ofthe reveille, and all the dancing yachts in theharbor answered, one after another, in a softhurry of silvery bells chiming the hour in manydifferent keys. Up went the flags with a rush,caught and challenged by a spanking breeze. Eight bells, and now it is m
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