The sky was faintly filmed over with scarfs of silken vapor.

Cloud fleets rode at anchor along the horizons.

An evening star was watching over the bar.
"Isn't that a view worth looking at ?" said Captain Jim, with a loving, proprietary pride.

"Nice and far from the market-place, ain't it?
No buying and selling and getting gain.

You don't have to pay anything--all that sea and sky free--'without money and without price.' There's going to be a moonrise purty soon, too--I'm never tired of finding out what a moonrise can be over them rocks and sea and harbor.
There's a surprise in it every time." They had their moonrise, and watched its marvel and magic in a silence that asked nothing of the world or each other.