face lighted with a radiant smile that caused the old man to stand regarding him more intently.

“We’ll sen’ her this’n of the sea. You reckon hit looks like the ocean whar the ships go a-sailin’ to t’othah side o’ the world?” He held it in his slender fingers and eyed it critically.

“How did you come to try to make a picture of the sea when you never saw it?”

“Do’ know. I feel like I done seed th’ ocean when I’m settin’ thar on the rock an’ them white, big clouds go a-sailin’ far — far, like they’re goin’ to anothah world an’ hain’t quite touchin’ this’n.”

“I wondered why you had your ship so high above the sea.”