CHAPTER VII.
Roses red and roses white Plucked I for my love's delight.
She would none of all my posies,-- Bade me gather her blue roses.
Half the world I wandered through, Seeking where such flowers grew; Half the world unto my quest Answered but with laugh and jest.
It may be beyond the grave She shall find what she would have.
Mine was but an idle quest,-- Roses white and red are best!--Blue Roses THE SEA had not changed.

Its waters were low on the mud-banks, and the Marazion Bell-buoy clanked and swung in the tide-way.

On the white beach-sand dried stumps of sea-poppy shivered and chattered.
'I don't see the old breakwater,' said Maisie, under her breath.
'Let's be thankful that we have as much as we have.

I don't believe they've mounted a single new gun on the fort since we were here.

Come and look.' They came to the glacis of Fort Keeling, and sat down in a nook sheltered from the wind under the tarred throat of a forty-pounder cannon.
'Now, if Ammoma were only here!' said Maisie.
For a long time both were silent.