. American cookery . stayedanother. Who would not, wooed by thatchallenging will-o-the-wisp in a winterssalt sea breeze? .... But my companion demurelycontended it was merely because shemust test her camera. (But oceans areoceans, and I knew better!) Indeed, the winter brightness did lenditself to photography. But not so awinters fog, which could spread suddenlyin from sea in so many small minuteslike a huge roll of white paper freed froma confining rubber band, and utterlyspoil the plans of one pretty neophytewho must tuck her camera under herarm and tramp back to a stuffy hotel,feeling chica
. American cookery . stayedanother. Who would not, wooed by thatchallenging will-o-the-wisp in a winterssalt sea breeze? .... But my companion demurelycontended it was merely because shemust test her camera. (But oceans areoceans, and I knew better!) Indeed, the winter brightness did lenditself to photography. But not so awinters fog, which could spread suddenlyin from sea in so many small minuteslike a huge roll of white paper freed froma confining rubber band, and utterlyspoil the plans of one pretty neophytewho must tuck her camera under herarm and tramp back to a stuffy hotel,feeling chicaned by utterly unmanag-able conditions. One cannot disciplinea naughty day. Better luck tomorrow, soothed I. But I must get some pictures,mourned my friend. Buy some. Theres all sorts of cardsat that little book stand— Never, rushed her answer want some of my own, some that areperfectly original, and suggestive, andunstereotyped, and— Full of flaws— And have never been taken before,she flared PROSPER, QUIET AS AN INLAND SEA AT THE EDGE OF THE OCEAN 657 Pshaw, said I; theyve all beentaken before. Theres nothing new underthe sun. Same old ocean —? same oldsurf—same old sand— Indeed, you are wrong,- affirmedshe with a penchant for objections, youcannot prove, you old stick-in-the-mud,that anything is the same. Not actu-ally the same. Except, perhaps, theGovernment jetty — and the sea-gulls —and Tuppers rock — Perhaps, sheswerved suddenly, you knew him —Capn Tupper? I nodded. He lived to be ninety, murmured mycompanion. His tract of land is downthe beach, they say, the place wherestone was quarried for the jetty. Ishall certainly snap-shot that jetty. Everybody does. And the bowlders, too! Oh, I amgoing to get my pictures if I have towait all winter. Big basaltic you know they were so huge? Ifeel like a pigmy posed by one. Andsee the polish on them! Why, they arebeautifully hand-rubbed like Aunt Emsupright piano. Came a chuckle a
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