CHAPTER XX 



JULIANA'S HOUSE 



The first house in the long line that winds along the 

 water front after the hospital wood-shed is Juliana's. 

 As a matter of fact, the last house, at the far end 

 of the line, is no house at all. A queer thing to say, 

 perhaps, but this is the way of it. You see, our 

 line of shingly beach comes to an end where the 

 rocks begin, and there, too, the line of houses ends. 

 Every inch of the beach is faced by that long front 

 line of huts and yet not every inch, for at the far 

 end there stands a square foundation of stones, a 

 place for a hut with no hut upon it . 



" Why is there no hut here ?" I said to little John. 



"Snow," said John; and with a sweep of his 

 hand he showed how the west wind sweeps along the 

 beach and turns at the towering rocks to fling its 

 snow upon that last small corner. 



Many young couples have learnt the secret of 

 that neglected building spot. However much they 

 may be told by the wiseacres of the village, they 

 still come along and look at it, and say to them- 

 selves : " Here is a fine place, foundation all ready ; 

 let us build our home here." 



I have seen them at work. The young man 

 fetches trees from the woods ; the young wife helps 

 him to saw them into beams and rafters. He is top 

 sawyer, of course, at the saw-pit, because that is 



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