s nothing left for Water Serpent to love, so he
starved himself to death, and died on Edith's grave. Do you believe
there are white men who can love like that?

All this side of the Island has Indian names, though on the other they
are more English; a few English names here, too, of course, only it is
the Indian ones you remember best, they are so queer. And it seems
right, in memory of the Indians, that many roads are cut through lovely
woods. Could you forget names like "Speonk" and "Moriches?" I _know_ you
could not forget the woods either, if you saw them once, or the perfume
of the pines and the yellow lilies growing wild. Even they had an Indian
name, Captain Winston says, or their roots had: "sebon" or "shubun"; and
the legend is that the lilies are the spirits of Indian children who
come back each spring to their old playgrounds.

There is another thing they say, too: if you travel along this sandy
road (it's really part of the big sandbar which makes Fire Island--Fire
Island that walls in the South Bay)--if you travel by moonlight, or come
on the road between Moriches and Bellport, you can see prints of naked
feet, one straight in front of the other, as the Indians used to walk;
and they are not the feet of Europeans. I like those tales; and the ways
through the woods (even where there are villages, like one I loved,
called "Watermill") are so romantic, it would be more strange _not_ to
have Indian ghosts!

Bellport I _could_ not pass through without stopping, because of the
curiosity shops. I had not much money to buy things, but I wanted to
look. So the procession stopped; and the three boys we call Tom, Dick,
and Harry--the ones who love me--clubbed together and bought me an old
black japanned tea tray with flowers painted on it. Their hearts would
have been in broken pieces if I had said no, I could not take it. So I
said "yes, thank you!" and that put me into trouble, because then Mr.
Caspian bought me something also: a tiny model of an old whaling ship.
It was perfect, and cost a great deal. I knew, because I had asked the
price and he had heard me. But what could I do? I was thinking what to
say, when the wife of the shop man rushed up and reminded him that the
model was engaged, and could not be sold to this gentleman. That gave me
time to finish thinking! I said no one must buy me anything else, so I
was in time to stop Mr. Caspian from giving me a fat silver watch of the
time of the Georges. It woul