Behind the fence, on posts, were other and larger windmills; behind these, others larger still.
Interspersed among the mills were little wooden sailors swinging paddles; weather vanes in the shapes of wooden whales, swordfish, ducks, crows, seagulls; circles of little wooden profile sailboats, made to chase each other 'round and 'round a central post.

All of these were painted in gay colors, or in black and white, and all were in motion.

The mills spun, the boats sailed 'round and 'round, the sailors did vigorous Indian club exercises with their paddles.

The grass in the little yard and the tall hollyhocks in the beds at its sides swayed and bowed and nodded.

Beyond, seen over the edge of the bluff and stretching to the horizon, the blue and white waves leaped and danced and sparkled.