Now I feel as if I had to get out on the rocks or the fields or the water and spout them." Captain Jim had come up that afternoon to bring Anne a load of shells for her garden, and a little bunch of sweet-grass which he had found in a ramble over the sand dunes.
"It's getting real scarce along this shore now," he said.

"When I was a boy there was a-plenty of it.

But now it's only once in a while you'll find a plot--and never when you're looking for it.

You jest have to stumble on it--you're walking along on the sand hills, never thinking of sweet-grass--and all at once the air is full of sweetness--and there's the grass under your feet.

I favor the smell of sweet-grass.