Thesheepgrazeinthevalleysatsomepoints;inmanyalittlepocketofthedunesIfoundapotato—patchofaboutthebignessofacitylot，andonweek—daysIsawwooden—shodmenslowly，slowlygatheringinthecrop.
OnSundaysIsawthepleasantnooksandcornersofthesesandyhillocksdevoted，asthedunesofLongIslandwere，towhisperinglovers，whoarehereasfreelyandfearlesslyaffectionateasathome.Rockingthereisnot，andcannotbe，inthenatureofthings，asthereusedtobeatMountDesert;butwhatiscalledTwoingatYorkHarborisperfectlypracticable.
Itispracticablenotonlyinthenooksandcornersofthedunes，butondiscreetertermsinthosehoodedwillowchairs，socharacteristicoftheDutchsea—side.These，iffacedinpairstowardseachother，mustbeasfavorabletotheexchangeofvowsasofopinions，andifthecrowdiseververygreat，perhapsonechaircouldbemadetoholdtwopersons.
Itwasdistinctlyapang，theotherday，toseemencarryingthemupfromthebeach，andputtingthemawaytohibernateinthebasementofthehotel.Notall，butmostofthem，weretaken;thoughIdaresaythatonfinedaysthroughoutOctobertheywillgotroopingbacktothesandsontheheadsofthesamemen，likeaprocessionofmonstrous，two—leggedcrabs.SuchadaywaslastSunday，andthenthebeachofferedalivelyimageofitssummergayety.Itwasdottedwithhundredsofhoodedchairs，whichforegatheredingossipinggroupsorconfidentialcouples;
andasthesunshonequitewarmtheflapsofthelittletentsnexttheduneswereletdownagainstit，andladiesinsummerwhitesavedthemselvesfromsunstrokeintheirshelter.Thewoodenboothsforthesaleofcandiesandmineralwaters，andbeerandsandwiches，wereflushedwithasuddenprosperity，sothatwhenIwenttobuymypoundofgrapesfromthegoodwomanwhounderstandsmyDutch，Idreadedanindifferenceinherwhichbynomeansappeared.ShewelcomedmeaswarmlyasifIhadbeenhersolecustomer，anddidnotputupthepriceonme;perhapsbecauseitwasalreadysoveryhighthatherimaginationcouldnotriseaboveit.