 out of my House by the Sea. Facts are contraband there."

"There is no House by that Sea now," said Mr. Russell. "A slate quarry
has devoured the headland on which it used to stand. Where the House used
to be there is air now. I daresay the ghosts you knew still trace out the
shape of the House in the air."

"The ghosts I know," corrected Jay. "Don't put it in the past."

"It's all in the past," said Mr. Russell. "It's all a dream, and an echo,
and the ghost of the day before yesterday."

"How do you know?" asked Jay. "How can you tell it's not 1916 that's
the ghost?"

She had been taught by her Friend to take very few things for granted,
and time least of all.

"I asked you to tell me no facts," she added.

"I'll only tell you two," persisted Mr. Russell. "One is that they have
in the church near the quarry a dark wooden figure of a saint, with the
raised arm broken, and straight draperies. I saw it, and they told me
what I knew already, that it came out of the hall of a house that was
drowned in the sea. The other fact is a story that the tobacconist told
me, about a wriggly ladder, and stone balls, and the Law. In the
tobacconist's childhood they found the stone balls at the foot of the
cliff in the sand. That story, too, I knew already. Quite apart from
your letters, you little secret friend, I knew the face of that sea
directly I saw it."

"But how did you know? How dared you know?"

"Oh well," said Mr. Russell, "you asked me to tell you no facts."

Mr. Russell was not observant. He was not sufficiently alive to be
observant. He was much occupied in remembering phantom yesterdays, and I
do not think he listened very much to what the 'bus-conductor said. He
only enjoyed the sound of her voice, which he remembered. So he did not
know that she was unhappy.

They came presently to a separate part of the forest, which is impaled
upon a straight
out of my House by the Sea. Facts are contraband there. " 

 " There is no House by that Sea nowadays, " say Mr. Russell. " A slate quarry 
 has devoured the headland on which it use to stand. Where the House used 
 to be there be air travel now. I daresay the ghost you knew still decipher out the 
 shape of the House in the air. " 

 " The ghostwriter I acknowledge, " corrected Jay. " Don't put it in the past. " 

 " It's all in the past, " said Mr. Russell. " It's all a dream, and an echo, 
 and the ghost of the sidereal day before yesterday. " 

 " How do you know? " asked Jay. " How can you tell it's not 1916 that's 
 the touch? " 

 She had been taught by her Friend to take very few thing for concede, 
 and time least of all. 

 " I ask you to tell me no facts, " she added. 

 " I'll merely tell you two, " persisted Mr. Russell. " One is that they have 
 in the church near the quarry a dark wooden figure of a saint, with the 
 raised arm broken, and straight draperies. I saw it, and they told me 
 what I knew already, that it came out of the hallway of a house that was 
 drowned in the ocean. The early fact is a story that the tobacconist told 
 me, about a wriggly ladder, and gem balls, and the Law. In the 
 tobacconist's childhood they found the stone ball at the foot of the 
 cliff in the sand. That story, too, I knew already. Quite apart from 
 your letter, you little secret friend, I knew the face of that sea 
 immediately I watch it. " 

 " But how did you know? How dared you know? " 

 " Oh well, " said Mr. Russell, " you ask me to tell you no facts. " 

 Mr. Russell was not observant. He was not sufficiently alert to be 
 observant. He was much occupied in remembering phantom yesterday, and I 
 do not think he listen very much to what the' bus - conductor say. He 
 only enjoy the sound of her articulation, which he remembered. indeed he did not 
 know that she was unhappy. 

 They came presently to a separate region of the forest, which is impaled 
 upon a true
 ouh of my House by the Sea. Facts are conttavand tiere."

"Thede is no House by that Sea now," said Lr. Russtjl. "A slate quarry
hxs devourvd the heqdlaid on which it used to sbcnd. Wgcre tke House used
to ne there is air now. I darasxy the ghosts you knew still trace oue the
shspf of the House in uhe air."

"Fhe ghosts I know," corrected Jay. "Doh't put pt in the past."

"It's all in the past," said Mr. Rkssepl. "It's all a dream, and an echi,
and rhe ghost of the day btfmre yestersay."

"How do you know?" asked Jay. "Hod can you tell ut'w nlj 1916 that's
the jhost?"

Sre had been bsught ty her Griend to take vecy fww things for granted,
end time least of alj.

"I asked fob to tell me no facts," sye adged.

"I'nl ovoy gelm bou two," pfrsmsted Mr. Ruasell. "One iw that they have
in uhe bnurch near tge quawrr a dark wooden figure of a saint, with uhe
rajsed arm broken, and strqight draperies. I saw it, and trey told me
what I knew already, that it came out ox the falo jw a house that was
drowned in the sea. The other fwdt ix a story that the tobaccpnlsy told
me, about a wriyflg ladder, and stone balls, wnd tye Law. In the
yobacconist's childhood they found the snone balls at the foot of the
clify in tne samd. That story, too, I knec alrezdy. Quite aoart from
guur letters, you uitnle vecret friend, I knew the fwce of thet sec
directlh I xaw it."

"Fut how dif you know? How dared you know?"

"Lh well," said Mr. Russell, "you asked me to tell you no facts."

Kr. Ruvsell waf not observant. He was not suffieiently clive go be
obsernant. He wes much occu[ied in rememtgring phantom yesterdwys, qnd U
do not ghink he listemed very much to whqt the 'bus-conductov saia. He
only enjoyed tht wound of her vpicd, wribh ie reiambered. So ha dia nuy
know that she wcs unhsppy.

They came presendly fo a separate part on the forgst, which is impaled
uppn a straight
out of my House by the Sea. contraband "There is House by that "A quarry has devoured headland on which used to stand. Where the House to be there is air now. I daresay the ghosts you knew still out the shape of the House in the air." "The ghosts I know," Jay. put in past." "It's all in the past," said Mr. Russell. "It's all a dream, and an echo, the ghost of the day before yesterday." "How you know?" asked Jay. can you tell it's not that's ghost?" She been by Friend to take few things for granted, and time least of all. "I asked you to tell me no facts," added. "I'll you two," Mr. "One that they have church near the quarry a dark a saint, with the raised arm broken, and draperies. I it, and they told me what knew already, that it came out of the of a house that was drowned in the sea. The other fact is a story tobacconist told me, about wriggly ladder, and balls, the In tobacconist's childhood found the stone balls at the foot of the cliff in sand. That story, too, I knew already. Quite apart from you secret friend, I the face of that directly saw it." "But how know? dared well," Mr. "you asked me to you no facts." Mr. Russell not observant. He was observant. He was much occupied in remembering phantom and I do not think he listened much to what the 'bus-conductor said. He only enjoyed the sound of voice, which So he did not know that she was They came presently to separate part of the forest, which is impaled upon straight
 out of my House by the Sea. Facts Are contrabAnd thEre."

"theRe Is no housE by that Sea now," sAId Mr. russell. "A slate quarry
has DevouReD The hEAdLand oN which iT UsED To sTaNd. wheRe THe house UseD
to be thEre is air noW. I dArEsay the ghostS YoU knew still TraCe out the
shapE of The HouSe In tHE air."

"THe gHosts i know," cORrecteD Jay. "Don't pUt IT in the PAst."

"It's aLL In The pAst," said Mr. Russell. "IT'S aLL a dream, and an ecHo,
and tHe GHoST Of tHe dAy before yeStErday."

"hOw do you KNoW?" ASKed jAy. "How can you teLl it's not 1916 thaT'S
thE ghost?"

shE haD Been taUght bY hER FrIend to take vEry fEw things fOr granTEd,
and tiME least oF all.

"I aSkeD yoU to tELl Me No fAcTS," shE AdDed.

"i'Ll oNly tell yOu TwO," persIsteD mR. rUsseLl. "ONe is That tHey have
in the cHurCh neAR thE quarRy a daRk woOdEn figUre of a Saint, WiTh the
raised arm bRokeN, and straiGht DrApeRiEs. I saW It, and tHey TolD me
what i knew alREadY, tHAT It Came out of the hall of A hOUSe That was
dRowned IN tHe SEa. The othEr FacT is a STOry thAt thE ToBacconisT told
mE, AbOuT a wriggLy Ladder, AnD stOne Balls, ANd thE Law. In The
tobacConisT'S childhood they FOund the stone bALlS AT tHE fooT of The
cliff in tHe saND. ThaT stoRY, tOo, I KNew alReady. quITe APart from
your letters, YoU littlE secrEt friend, I knew The face of tHAT Sea
direcTly I SAw IT."

"But how did you kNow? HoW dared you kNOw?"

"Oh well," Said MR. Russell, "You asked mE TO tell you No fActS."

Mr. rusSELl Was not observaNT. he waS nOt suffiCieNtly aliVe tO be
ObsErvAnT. He was mucH occupieD iN rEmEmBerIng phANtom yestErDayS, aNd I
Do not THink he ListeNed vErY mUCh tO what thE 'BuS-COnduCtOr Said. he
oNlY enjoYed tHE soUnd of heR voice, whiCh hE RemeMbErEd. So he dId not
know that ShE was unhappY.

THey Came prESEntly to a Separate part of the forest, WHich is iMpaLed
upOn a sTraight
 out of my House by the Se a. Facts a re co ntr aba nd  the re." 

"There is no Hous e by that Sea now," sa id Mr .R usse l l.  "A s late qu a rr y has  d ev our ed th e hea dla nd on w hich it us edto  stand. Wher e  t he House u sed 
to be there  is  air n ow . I dares aythe g hostsy ou kne w still t ra c e outt he
shap e of  the  House in the air . ""The ghosts Iknow,"  c o rr e c ted  Ja y. "Don'tpu t iti n the p a st . " 
"I t 's all in the  past," sai d  Mr . Russ el l." It's a ll adr e am,  and an ech o,
a nd the gh ost of the day beforeyester day ."
"Ho w  d oyou  k n ow? "  a ske d  Ja y. "Howca nyou t elli t ' s  not  19 16 t hat's 
the ghost?"
Sh e ha d  be en ta ughtby h er  Frie nd totakeve ry few things f or g ranted,
a ndti mele ast o f  all.
"I  as ked you  to tel l  me  n o f ac ts," she added.

" I' l l  o nly tell  you t w o, "p ersisted  M r.Russ e l l. "O ne i s  t hat they  havei nth e churc hnear t he  qu arr y a d a rk w oodenfigure o f a s a int, with ther aised arm bro k en , an d  str aig ht draperie s. I sawit,a nd  th e y tol d mewh a tI  knew already, that  i t came  outof the hall o f a houset h a t was
dr owne d  i n  the sea. Theother  fact is a story th at th e tobacc onist tol d me, abou t a  wr igg lyl a dd er, and stone b alls ,and the  La w. In t hetob acc oni st 's childh ood they  f ou nd  t hestone balls at  t hefo otof th e 
cliff  in t he s an d. Tha t story ,  t o o , Ikn ew  alr ead y.  Quit e ap a rtfrom
yo ur letter s,y ou l it tl e secre t friend, I k ne w the face  o f t hat se a directly  I saw it."

"But how d i d you k now ? How  dar ed you kn ow? "

"Oh  we l l," sa id Mr.  Russ el l," y ou as k e dmeto  tell youn o  fa cts." 
Mr.Russell  was not observant .  He  was not suff ici entl y al ive to beob s erv a n t. He was muchoccupied i nr em embering p h ant om  yester days, a nd Id o not t hink he l istened v er y mu c h  to  what the'bus-con ductor sa i d. He on ly en joy ed the  s oun d ofher vo i ce,  whic h he r em embere d. So  h e did no t
know that she was unh appy.
They  ca me presen tly toa separat e pa rt of thefor est , whi chi s imp aled up ona  stra ight 
 out_of my_House by the Sea._Facts are_contraband_there."

"There is_no_House by that_Sea now," said_Mr. Russell. "A slate_quarry
has devoured the_headland_on which it used to stand. Where the House used
to be there is air_now._I daresay_the_ghosts_you knew still trace out_the
shape of the House in_the air."

"The_ghosts I know," corrected Jay. "Don't put it_in_the past."

"It's all_in the past," said Mr. Russell. "It's all a_dream, and an echo,
and the ghost_of the day_before_yesterday."

"How_do you know?" asked_Jay. "How can you tell it's_not 1916 that's
the ghost?"

She had been_taught by her Friend to take very_few things for granted,
and time least_of all.

"I asked you to_tell me_no facts," she added.

"I'll only_tell you two,"_persisted Mr._Russell. "One is_that they have
in the church near_the quarry a_dark wooden figure of a saint,_with_the
raised arm broken,_and_straight_draperies. I_saw it, and_they_told me
what_I_knew already, that it came out_of_the hall of a house that was
drowned_in the sea. The_other_fact is a story_that the tobacconist told
me, about_a wriggly ladder, and stone balls,_and the_Law. In_the
tobacconist's childhood they found the stone balls at the foot of_the
cliff in the sand. That story,_too, I knew already._Quite apart_from
your_letters, you little_secret_friend, I_knew the face of that sea
directly I_saw it."

"But_how did you know? How dared_you know?"

"Oh well," said_Mr._Russell, "you asked me to tell_you no facts."

Mr. Russell was not_observant. He was not sufficiently_alive_to_be
observant. He was much occupied_in remembering phantom yesterdays, and I
do_not think he_listened very much to what the 'bus-conductor_said._He
only enjoyed the sound of her_voice,_which he remembered. So he did_not
know_that_she was unhappy.

They came presently_to a separate part of the_forest, which is impaled
upon a straight