"Augusta, she
says to me, 'Why, Mis' Blackett, you've took and homeliest;'
and, says I, 'I've got the smartest; I'm satisfied.'"
"I'd trust nobody sooner'n you to pick out a kitten, mother,"
said the daughter handsomely, and we went on in peace and harmony.
The house was just before us now, on a green level that looked
as if a huge hand had scooped it out of the long green field we had
been ascending. A little way above, the dark, spruce woods began
to climb the top of the hill and cover the seaward slopes of the
island. There was just room for the small farm and the forest; we
looked down at the fish-house and its rough sheds, and the weirs
stretching far out into the water. As we looked upward, the tops
of the firs came sharp against the blue sky. There was a great
stretch of rough pasture-land round the shoulder of the island to
the eastward, and here were all the thick-scattered gray rocks that
kept their places, and the gray backs of many sheep that forever
wandered and fed on the thin sweet pasturage that fringed the
ledges and made soft hollows and strips of green turf like growing
velvet.
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