Let us begin right here with the garden . Oh , daddy , by what witchcraft have you coaxed that sulky rose-bush into bloom ? '' `` No witchcraft at all -- it just bloomed because you were coming home , baby , '' said her father . They had a glorious afternoon of it , those two children . They explored the garden and then the house . Sara danced through every room , and then up to her own , holding fast to her father 's hand . `` Oh , it 's lovely to see my little room again , daddy . I 'm sure all my old hopes and dreams are waiting here for me . '' She ran to the window and threw it open , leaning out . `` Daddy , there 's no view in the world so beautiful as that curve of sea between the headlands . I 've looked at magnificent scenery -- and then I 'd shut my eyes and conjure up that picture . Oh , listen to the wind keening in the trees ! How I 've longed for that music ! '' He took her to the orchard and followed out his crafty plan of surprise perfectly . She rewarded him by doing exactly what he had dreamed of her doing , clapping her hands and crying out : `` Oh , daddy ! Why , daddy ! '' They finished up with the shore , and then at sunset they came back and sat down on the old garden bench . Before them a sea of splendour , burning like a great jewel , stretched to the gateways of the west . The long headlands on either side were darkly purple , and the sun left behind him a vast , cloudless arc of fiery daffodil and elusive rose . Back over the orchard in a cool , green sky glimmered a crystal planet , and the night poured over them a clear wine of dew from her airy chalice .
The spruces were rejoicing in the wind , and even the battered firs were singing of the XXXXX .
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