Mother Binning sat with fixed gaze.

Her lips moved.

"There's the white mist.

It's clearing." "Tell me if you see a ship." "Yes, I see it...." "Tell me if you see its port." "Yes, I see." "Describe it--the houses, the country, the dress and look of the people--" Mother Binning did so.
"That's not Holland--that would be Lisbon.

Look at the ship again, Mother.