. Our young folks [serial]. d, the bed to bespread with fresh linen, and the cakes to be set for the next mornings break-fast. Indeed, so busily occupied was the grandmother, and so weary whenher bed-hour came, that, for almost the first time in her life, she forgot to visitlittle Ivy in her room under the eaves, as was her wont. About midnight shewas wakened from her first heavy sleep by hearing her husband moving aboutthe room. She rubbed her eyes, and saw him pulling on his great seamanscoat. What is it ? she asked. He answered gruffly, The surf. Then she became conscious of a deep, solemn
. Our young folks [serial]. d, the bed to bespread with fresh linen, and the cakes to be set for the next mornings break-fast. Indeed, so busily occupied was the grandmother, and so weary whenher bed-hour came, that, for almost the first time in her life, she forgot to visitlittle Ivy in her room under the eaves, as was her wont. About midnight shewas wakened from her first heavy sleep by hearing her husband moving aboutthe room. She rubbed her eyes, and saw him pulling on his great seamanscoat. What is it ? she asked. He answered gruffly, The surf. Then she became conscious of a deep, solemn roar, which seemed to shakethe very foundations of the earth, while the house trembled from cellar to 88 A Story of the Sea. [July, roof. Hastily pulling a few clothes over her trembling limbs, she followedher husband down the stairs. She found him standing in the porch with theministers wife. He took up a lighted lantern, and groped slowly across thefield, leaving the two women alone, pale and excited. A great gale blew in. from the sea, heavy with salt spray ; overhead the black clouds flitted hastilyacross the moon ; and above all and through all came the awful, deafeningsound of the waters, knocking at the gates of the earth, and calling, Open,open ! Presently the old man returned, shaking his white head. He shouted: The water dashes clean over the boulder; the highest tide of these sixtyyears ; its awful to see. Heaven have mercy on the poor sailors ! murmured the ministerswife. Suddenly the old woman turned, and crept up the dark stairway with a sharppang at her heart. She opened Ivys door, and, looking in, called, Are youthere, darling ? There came no answer; but just then the moon gleamed out brightly, light-ing the room from corner to corner. It showed the little white bed, smoothand untouched, the table with its few well-worn books and heap of preciousshells, but no sign of living soul. The old woman lighted a candle, andexamined carefully room after room, but to no a
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