The woods call to us with a hundred voices, but the sea has one only--a mighty voice that drowns our souls in its majestic music.

The woods are human, but the sea is of the company of the archangels.
Anne and Gilbert found Uncle Jim sitting on a bench outside the lighthouse, putting the finishing touches to a wonderful, full-rigged, toy schooner.

He rose and welcomed them to his abode with the gentle, unconscious courtesy that became him so well.
"This has been a purty nice day all through, Mistress Blythe, and now, right at the last, it's brought its best.

Would you like to sit down here outside a bit, while the light lasts?
I've just finished this bit of a plaything for my little grand nephew, Joe, up at the Glen.

After I promised to make it for him I was kinder sorry, for his mother was vexed.