The sea laughed and flashed and preened and allured, like a beautiful, coquettish woman.

The herring schooled and the fishing village woke to life.

The harbor was alive with white sails making for the channel.
The ships began to sail outward and inward again.
"On a spring day like this," said Anne, "I know exactly what my soul will feel like on the resurrection morning." "There are times in spring when I sorter feel that I might have been a poet if I'd been caught young," remarked Captain Jim.

"I catch myself conning over old lines and verses I heard the schoolmaster reciting sixty years ago.

They don't trouble me at other times.