...sea moaned eerily on the sand-bar,
sorrowful even in spring, but a sly, jovial wind came piping down
the red harbour road along which Miss Cornelia's comfortable,
matronly figure was making its way towards the village of Glen
St. Mary. Miss Cornelia was rightfully Mrs. Marshall Elliott, and
had been Mrs. Marshall Elliott for thirteen years, but even yet
more people referred to her as Miss Cornelia than as Mrs.
Elliott. The old name was dear to her old friends,...