reminded herself that time meant nothing in Blue Cove.
âWhy, Greta, youâve been running,â Mrs. Morrill laughed. âDid you see a bear in the clearing? Ronnie and Edgar saw one a week ago near the Sentinel Rocks, and Guy saw one yesterday when he brought the mail down. But they never do you any harm.â
âIâm just glad to be here, thatâs all,â Greta told her. Mrs. Morrill smoothed back her hair with the quick stroke that Greta liked.
âI see,â was all she said but she looked at Greta closely. âYou are growing up,â she added as if she had only just noticed it. âWhen will you be twelve?â
Greta was troubled. âIn the fall,â she answered. âBut why did you ask meâjust that way, Mrs. Morrill? I meanâyou didnât ask me how old I wasâbut when Iâd be twelve.â
Mrs. Morrill dropped down into the Loyalist rocker and drew Greta to her. She did not try to explain what lay back in her own childhood that made her so sure Greta was under twelve.
âDonât you want to be twelve?â she asked.
âI donât know,â Greta said honestly. âI always think of my birthdays as a flight of stairs,â she went on a little shyly. âUp to twelve itâs been fun to look up. But after twelveâthe stairs turn. I canât see around the bend.â
âI know,â Mrs. Morrill said. âNot now, you canât. But when you get to that twelfth step you will be able to see âaround the bend,â as you put it. Seeing ahead, or looking aheadâis something we do with our heartsâit takes nothing but time and courage. The one is given to us; the other we must provide.â It was never so much what Mrs. Morrill said as the quiet, understanding way in which she spoke that Greta found comforting. And now she let all vague dread of the dignity and importance of being twelve slip from her.
âThatâs right,â Mrs. Morrill smiled approvingly as she watched Gretaâs face brighten. âAnd now I have something to tell you. Princess has had some kittens since you were here,â she said. âIâd like you to have one when they are older. They havenât got their eyes open yet but you can see them next time you come.â
âOh, Iâd love a kittenâspecially one of Princessâs!â Greta was delighted until a thought came to her. âCould Iâcould I keep itâdo you think?â she asked. The same thought must have crossed Mrs. Morrillâs mind, too, because she said âOhâ and then hesitated. âWell, weâll think about it,â she added. âBut you had better run along now to find Retha. Sheâs down at the shore. Something must have happened down there, I guess. I heard Burton and Kelsey calling her to come a while back.â
Down on the beach it was very quiet. Greta passed two ox teams left standing in the middle of the road; the smith had left his forge and the store was empty. She ran out onto the wharf. Here they all were, gathered in groups or pacing slowly up and downâan unusually silent throng of men and children looking out to sea. She found Retha among them.
âRetha,â she whispered, âwhatâs happened? Has there been an accident?â
âNo,â Retha told her. âBut, can you see? Thereâs a big vessel standing off shore. And we donât know what she is.â
Greta could just make out a vague pattern of masts and spars where Retha was pointing. âYes, I can see,â she said. âBut why is everyone soâso kind ofâsolemn?â
âI donât know,â Retha whispered back. âItâs funny, isnât it? But the men seem to think thereâs something strange about her. Theyâve sent a dory out to see what she is. Old Mr. Morehouse has gone, and two others. They say sheâs too big to land at this wharf even if it
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