The houses were in a big grove of elm trees and the road was very sandy.

There was no moon and they walked ankle deep in the sandy road through the trees down to the dock and the warehouse on the bay.

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

The practical thing was to find rooms in the city, but it was a warm season, and I had just left a country of wide lawns and friendly trees, so when a young man at the office suggested that we take a house together in a commuting town, it sounded like a great idea.