The White People

rent everything seemed when I was with her. I was never shy when we were together. There seemed to be no such thing as shyness in the world. I was not shy wi

awkward ghost in a far-away castle which nobody wanted to visit because it was so dull and desolate and far from London. They were

ay when we were sitting together and she was holding my hand and softly, slowly patting it. She had a way of doing that, and she had also a way of keeping me very near her whenever she

n began to sing. We all three loved the nightingale, and felt as though it knew that we were listening to it. It is a wonderful thing to sit quite s

and left the darkness an exquisite silence which fell suddenly but softly as the last not

alk, their meaning became a clear thing to me, and I knew that they were only talking quite simply of something they had often talked of before. They were

people feel at the thought of passing out of the

ghs and talked about it! And what sweet night scents of leaves and sleeping flowers were in e

uld catch one glimpse of light in the dark," Mrs. MacNairn's low voi

to be registered by the human ear, so there may be vibrations of light not to be seen by the human eye; form and color as well as s

ough her voice was very low. I involuntarily turned my head to look at her, though of course i

WE cannot hear, though they are really quite near us, with us-the ones who seem to have gone away and wh

as caress and strength, and it seemed to speak to her of things they knew which I did not-"we have

breathlessly, "but some

arrie does

obel'!" I broke

etly as if he had

ht we met that it seemed as i

Jean told me about my mother lying still upon her bed, and listening to some one calling her.

rs. MacNairn's voice

ey don't seem strange. I have always heard them. Those things you know about people who have the second sight. And about the seals who change themselves into men and come on shore and fall in love with girls and marry them. They say they g

shed up near his cottage. The fishers say that his people had wanted to keep him from his land wife, and they had fought with him and killed him. His wife had a son with strange, velvet eyes like his father's, and she couldn't keep him away from the water. When he was old enough t

e secrets of the gods and the wonders of the Law, and we have revered and echoed but never believed. When we

hich he somehow knew I could help them in. It was as though he were calling on something in my nature

because it would be put there for me by some power which could dictate to me. I never felt younger or less clever than I did at that moment; I was only Yso