We'll drop Anne off, and have lunch with mother and then catch the train to Delphi.

I have an errand for the Dean out at the University." "You know," said Kit, "we lived right on the edge of Long Island Sound before we moved up to Connecticut, and ever since I was in rompers, I can remember going away somewhere to the seashore every summer, but I think your lake is ever so much more interesting than the ocean.

Somehow it seems to belong to one more.

I always felt with the ocean as if it just condescended to come over to my special beach, after it had rambled all over the world, and belonged to everybody." "But you have all the shells and the seaweed, and we haven't," demurred Anne.

"Before I ever went East, we had a couple of clam shells, just plain every-day old round clam shells, that had come from Cape May, and I used to think they were perfectly wonderful because they had belonged in the real ocean." After the rugged landscape of New England, Kit found this level land very attractive.