We walked on together. Wynnie made me no reply, but, weeping silently,
clung to my arm. We walked a long way by the edge of the cliffs, beheld
the sun go down, and then turned and went home. When we reached the house,
Wynnie left me, saying only, "Thank you, papa. I think it is all true. I
will try to be a better girl."
I went straight to Connie's room: she was lying as I saw her last, looking
out of her window.
"Connie," I said, "Wynnie and I have had such a treat--such a sunset!"
"I've seen a little of the light of it on the waves in the bay there, but
the high ground kept me from seeing the sunset itself. Did it set in the
sea?"
"You do want the General Gazetteer, after all, Connie. Is that water the
Atlantic, or is it not? And if it be, where on earth could the sun set but
in it?"
"Of course, papa. What a goose I am! But don't make game of me--_please_. I
am too deliciously happy to be made game of to-night."
"I won't make game of you, my darling. I will tell you about the
sunset--the colours of it, at least. This must be one of the best places in
the whole world to see sunsets."
"But you have had no tea, papa.
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