"There!" I said. "It is not quite so thick as it was some hours since. But there is the mist as plain as can be!"
The girl looked backwards and forwards in a state of bewilderment between me and the view.
"Mist?" she repeated. "Begging your pardon, Miss, it's a beautiful clear morning—as I see it."
"Clear?" I repeated on my side.
"Yes, Miss!"
"Do you mean to tell me it's clear over the sea?"
"The sea is a beautiful blue, Miss. Far and near, you can see the ships."
"Where are the ships?"
She pointed, out of the window, to a certain spot.
"There are two of them, Miss. A big ship, with three masts. And a little ship just behind, with one."