“You said you would take me on the water some day. Didn’t you, father?”
“Yes, little Sunlocks, yes.”
It was evening, and the sun was sinking behind the land, very large and red in its setting.
“Do the sun fall down eve’y day, father?”
“It sets, little Sunlocks, it sets.”
“What is sets?”
“Dies.”
“Oh!”
The waters lay asleep under the soft red glow, and over them the sea-fowl were sailing.
“Why are the white birds sc’eaming?”