I spent a very happy day there long ago, when you must have been a little girl.

Were you there in--" "Listen!" she cried.

"The procession is coming.

Look at the crowd!" The parade had seized a psychological moment.
There was a fanfare of trumpets in the east.

Lines of people rushed for the street, and, as one looked down on the straw hats and sunbonnets and many kinds of finer head apparel, tossing forward, they seemed like surf sweeping up the long beaches.
She was coming at last.