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“
‘
I
always
met
the
Twin
Sailors
at
the
Striped
Rocks
.
The
youngest
Twin
Sailor
is
very
good
-
tempered
but
the
oldest
Twin
Sailor
can
look
dreadfully
fierce
at
times
.
I
have
my
suspicions
about
that
oldest
Twin
.
I
believe
he
’
d
be
a
pirate
if
he
dared
.
There
’
s
really
something
very
mysterious
about
him
.
He
swore
once
and
I
told
him
if
he
ever
did
it
again
he
needn
’
t
come
ashore
to
talk
to
me
because
I
’
d
promised
grandmother
I
’
d
never
associate
with
anybody
that
swore
.
He
was
pretty
well
scared
,
I
can
tell
you
,
and
he
said
if
I
would
forgive
him
he
would
take
me
to
the
sunset
So
the
next
evening
when
I
was
sitting
on
the
Striped
Rocks
the
oldest
Twin
came
sailing
over
the
sea
in
an
enchanted
boat
and
I
got
in
her
.
The
boat
was
all
pearly
and
rainbowy
,
like
the
inside
of
the
mussel
shells
,
and
her
sail
was
like
moonshine
.
Well
,
we
sailed
right
across
to
the
sunset
.
Think
of
that
,
teacher
,
I
’
ve
been
in
the
sunset
.
And
what
do
you
suppose
it
is
?
The
sunset
is
a
land
all
flowers
.
We
sailed
into
a
great
garden
,
and
the
clouds
are
beds
of
flowers
.
We
sailed
into
a
great
harbor
,
all
the
color
of
gold
,
and
I
stepped
right
out
of
the
boat
on
a
big
meadow
all
covered
with
buttercups
as
big
as
roses
.
I
stayed
there
for
ever
so
long
.
It
seemed
nearly
a
year
but
the
Oldest
Twin
says
it
was
only
a
few
minutes
.
You
see
,
in
the
sunset
land
the
time
is
ever
so
much
longer
than
it
is
here
.
’
“
‘
Your
loving
pupil
Paul
Irving
.
’
“
‘
P
.
S
.
of
course
,
this
letter
isn
’
t
really
true
,
teacher
.
P
.
I
.
’
”
It
really
began
the
night
before
with
a
restless
,
wakeful
vigil
of
grumbling
toothache
.
When
Anne
arose
in
the
dull
,
bitter
winter
morning
she
felt
that
life
was
flat
,
stale
,
and
unprofitable
.
She
went
to
school
in
no
angelic
mood
.
Her
cheek
was
swollen
and
her
face
ached
.
The
schoolroom
was
cold
and
smoky
,
for
the
fire
refused
to
burn
and
the
children
were
huddled
about
it
in
shivering
groups
.
Anne
sent
them
to
their
seats
with
a
sharper
tone
than
she
had
ever
used
before
.
Anthony
Pye
strutted
to
his
with
his
usual
impertinent
swagger
and
she
saw
him
whisper
something
to
his
seat
-
mate
and
then
glance
at
her
with
a
grin
.
Never
,
so
it
seemed
to
Anne
,
had
there
been
so
many
squeaky
pencils
as
there
were
that
morning
;
and
when
Barbara
Shaw
came
up
to
the
desk
with
a
sum
she
tripped
over
the
coal
scuttle
with
disastrous
results
.
The
coal
rolled
to
every
part
of
the
room
,
her
slate
was
broken
into
fragments
,
and
when
she
picked
herself
up
,
her
face
,
stained
with
coal
dust
,
sent
the
boys
into
roars
of
laughter
.
Anne
turned
from
the
second
reader
class
which
she
was
hearing
.
“
Really
,
Barbara
,
”
she
said
icily
,
“
if
you
cannot
move
without
falling
over
something
you
’
d
better
remain
in
your
seat
.
It
is
positively
disgraceful
for
a
girl
of
your
age
to
be
so
awkward
.
”
Poor
Barbara
stumbled
back
to
her
desk
,
her
tears
combining
with
the
coal
dust
to
produce
an
effect
truly
grotesque
.
Never
before
had
her
beloved
,
sympathetic
teacher
spoken
to
her
in
such
a
tone
or
fashion
,
and
Barbara
was
heartbroken
.
