However much they may smile at her the old inhabitants would miss Tillie. Her stories give them something to talk about and to conjecture about cut off as they are from the restless currents of the world. The many naked little sandbars which lie between Venice and the mainland in the seemingly stagnant water of the lagoons are made habitable and wholesome only because every night a foot and a half of tide creeps in from the sea and winds its fresh brine up through all that network of shining waterways. So into all the little settlements of quiet people tidings of what their boys and girls are doing in the world bring real refreshment bring to the old memories and to the young dreams.
Our love was covered in fur yet I was the only one who wanted to pet it.