Inextricably mixed in dreamy confusion, her mind seemed to enter into communion, to be delightfully expanded and combined with the spirit of the whitish boards on deck, with the spirit of the sea, with the spirit of Beethoven Op.

112, even with the spirit of poor William Cowper there at Olney.

Like a ball of thistledown it kissed the sea, rose, kissed it again, and thus rising and kissing passed finally out of sight.

The rising and falling of the ball of thistledown was represented by the sudden droop forward of her own head, and when it passed out of sight she was asleep.
Ten minutes later Mrs.Ambrose opened the door and looked at her.

It did not surprise her to find that this was the way in which Rachel passed her mornings.