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“I want to know your name and where you live and what you were looking at beyond the sunset,” she said.

“My name is Paul Hubert. I live over there. And I can’t tell just what I saw in the sunset, but when I go home I’m going to write it all in my foolscap book.”

In her surprise over the second clause of his answer, Miss Trevor forgot, at first, to appreciate the last. “Over there,” according to his gesture, was up at the head of Noel’s Cove, where there was a little grey house perched on the rocks and looking like a large seashell cast up by the tide. The house had a stovepipe coming out of its roof in lieu of a chimney, and two of its window panes were replaced by shingles. Could this boy, who looked as young princes should–and seldom do–live there? Then he was a shore boy after all.

“Who lives there with you?” she asked. “You see”–plaintively–“I must ask questions about you. I know we like each other, and that is all that really matters. But there are some tiresome items which it would be convenient to know. For example, have you a father–a mother? Are there any more of you? How long have you been yourself?”

Paul did not reply immediately. He clasped his hands behind him and looked at her affectionately.

“I like the way you talk,” he said. “I never knew anybody did talk like that except folks in books and my rock people.”

“Your rock people?”

“I’m eleven years old. I haven’t any father or mother, they’re dead. I live over there with Stephen Kane. Stephen is splendid. He plays the violin and takes me fishing in his boat. When I get bigger he’s going shares with me. I love him, and I love my rock people too.”

“What do you mean by your rock people?” asked Miss Trevor, enjoying herself hugely. This was the only child she had ever met who talked as she wanted children to talk and who understood her remarks without having to have them translated.

“Nora is one of them,” said Paul, “the best one of them. I love her better than all the others because she came first. She lives around that point and she has black eyes and black hair and she knows all about the mermaids and water kelpies. You ought to hear the stories she can tell. Then there are the Twin Sailors. They don’t live anywhere–they sail all the time, but they often come ashore to talk to me. They are a pair of jolly tars and they have seen everything in the world–and more than what’s in the world, if you only knew it. Do you know what happened to the Youngest Twin Sailor once? He was sailing and he sailed right into a moonglade. A moonglade is the track the full moon makes on the water when it is rising from the sea, you know. Well, the Youngest Twin Sailor sailed along the moonglade till he came right up to the moon, and there was a little golden door in the moon and he opened it and sailed right through. He had some wonderful adventures inside the moon–I’ve got them all written down in my foolscap book. Then there is the Golden Lady of the Cave. One day I found a big cave down the shore and I went in and in and in–and after a while I found the Golden Lady. She has golden hair right down to her feet, and her dress is all glittering and glistening like gold that is alive. And she has a golden harp and she plays all day long on it–you might hear the music if you’d listen carefully, but prob’bly you’d think it was only the wind among the rocks. I’ve never told Nora about the Golden Lady, because I think it would hurt her feelings. It even hurts her feelings when I talk too long with the Twin Sailors. And I hate to hurt Nora’s feelings, because I do love her best of all my rock people.”