But it isn't just those things that you see, it's all that's behind them--the houses, the fields, and the boats at sea, and the men and women working and working, and sleeping and eating, and breaking their hearts with misery, and wondering what is to be the end of it all; yet praying a little, it may be, and dreaming a little--perhaps a very little." She sighed, and continued: "That's as far as I get with thinking.

What else can one do in this little island?
Why, on the globe Maitre Damian has at St.Aubin's, Jersey is no bigger than the head of a pin.

And what should one think of here ?" Her eyes were on the sea.

Its mystery was in them, the distance, the ebb and flow, the light of wonder and of adventure too.

"You--you've been everywhere," she went on.