Three sea-birds, with
long white wings, were flying about it, and the little waves of the rising
tide were beating themselves against it and breaking in white plashes. So
the rock stood between the blue and white below and the blue and white
above; for, though there were no clouds, the birds gave the touches of
white to the upper sea."
"Now, Dora," I said, "I don't know if you are old enough to understand me;
but sometimes little people are long in understanding, just because the
older people think they can't, and don't try them.--Do you see, Dora, why I
want you to learn to draw? Look how Wynnie sees things. That is, in a great
measure, because she draws things, and has, by that, learned to watch in
order to find out. It is a great thing to have your eyes open."
Dora's eyes were large, and she opened them to their full width, as if she
would take in the universe at their little doors. Whether that indicated
that she did not in the least understand what I had been saying, or that
she was in sympathy with it, I cannot tell.
"Now let us go up to Connie, and tell her about the rock and everything
else you have seen since you went out.
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