At the Bay.

At last the milk white harbour catches the glitter and the gulls floating on the trembling water gleam like the shadows within a pearl.

[See Six Years After, “The Doves' Nest,” p. 115.]

The house dog comes out of his kennel dragging the heavy chain and kalop-kalops at the water standing cold in the iron pan. The house cat page 166 emerges from nowhere and bounds on to the kitchen window sill waiting for her spill of warm morning milk.

[See At the Bay, “The Garden Party,” p. 10.]