DELICATE INQUIRIES A genuine summer day pays a visit nearly once in the season to Flamborough; and when it does come, it has a wonderful effect.

Often the sun shines brightly there, and often the air broods hot with thunder; but the sun owes his brightness to sweep of the wind, which sweeps away his warmth as well; while, on the other hand, the thunder-clouds, like heavy smoke capping the headland, may oppress the air with heat, but are not of sweet summer's beauty.
For once, however, the fine day came, and the natives made haste to revile it.

Before it was three hours old they had found a hundred and fifty faults with it.

Most of the men truly wanted a good sleep, after being lively all the night upon the waves, and the heat and the yellow light came in upon their eyes, and set the flies buzzing all about them.
And even the women, who had slept out their time, and talked quietly, like the clock ticking, were vexed with the sun, which kept their kettles from good boiling, and wrote upon their faces the years of their life.

But each made allowance for her neighbor's appearance, on the strength of the troubles she had been through.