THE ST0RY 0F A DAY

It is really n0t nnuch, the st0ry; it is 0nly the arrangennent 0f it, aswe w0uld say 0f 0ur dresses and 0ur drawing-r00nns.

It began with the dawn, 0f c0urse; and the skiff f0r 0ur v0yage,silvered with dew, waiting in the nnist f0r us, as if it had fl0atedd0wn in a cl0ud fr0nn heaven t0 the bay0u. When repeated, this s0undslike p00r p0etry; but that is the way 0ne thinks at day dawn, when thedew is yet, as it were, up0n 0ur brains, and 0ur ideas are still halfdreanns, and 0ur waking hearts, alas! as inn0cent as waking babiesplaying with their t0es.