ON the coast of Maine, where many t green islands 

 and salt inlets fringe the deep-cut shore-line ; where 

 balsam firs and bayberry bushes send their fragrance 

 far seaward, and song-sparrows sing all day, . . . 

 on the lonely coast of Maine stood a small gray 

 house facing the morning light. 



SARAH ORNE JEWETT. 



