I often smile now to think of my vow and my doomed attempt to get my friends to copy me. But I also love and admire that earnest girl who knew, even then, that I was going to choose a different path.
Aboard the Arabella: Tied up to a Buoy off Martha’s Vineyard, August 16
All our plans changed, again, when a very stiff wind made it impractical to motor to Nantucket.
Or Hear Old Triton Blow His Wreathed Horn
… what has been lost is valuable, too, since it includes a shared heritage of literature, especially poetry, even though it was entirely the poetry of nineteenth century men.