CHAPTER 37 MISS CORNELIA MAKES A STARTLING ANNOUNCEMENT Miss Cornelia sailed down to the little house one drowsy afternoon, when the gulf was the faint, bleached blue of the August seas, and the orange lilies at the gate of Anne's garden held up their imperial cups to be filled with the molten gold of August sunshine.
In silence they climbed the cliffs and walked across a pasture-field of which the feathery, bleached, wild grasses were like a carpet of creamy velvet in the moonlight.
I must see about getting them bleached.
"I'm sure it was no wish o' mine, iver, as I should lie awake o' nights thinking o' my best bleached linen all over the country.
And the pattern as I chose myself, and bleached so beautiful, and I marked 'em so as nobody ever saw such marking,—they must cut the cloth to get it out, for it's a particular stitch.
" According to the report, colour is important, and too many are now bleached too white.
According to the report, colour is important, and too many are now bleached too white.
Even the bleached fishes' skeletons, the water plants dried by the wind, and seaweed, white and shining long linen-like bands waving between the stones—all these seemed made to give pleasure and occupation for the boy's thoughts, and he had an intelligent mind; many great talents lay dormant in him.
