The Lupine Lady lives in a small house overlooking the sea.
In between the rocks around her house grow blue and purple and rose-colored flowers.
The Lupine Lady is little and old.
But she has not always been that way. I know.
She is my great-aunt, and she told me so.
Once upon a time she was a little girl named Alice, who lived in a city by the sea.
Many years ago her grandfather had come to America on a large sailing ship.
Now he worked in the shop at the bottom of the house, making figureheads for the prows of ships, and carving Indians out of wood to put in front of cigar stores.
For Alice's grandfather was an artist.
He painted pictures, too, of sailing ships and places across the sea.
When he was very busy, Alice helped him put in the skies.
In the evening Alice sat on her grandfather's knee and listened to his stories of faraway places.
When he had finished, Alice would say, "When I grow up, I too will go to faraway places, and when I grow old, I too will live beside the sea."
"That is all very well, little Alice," said her grandfather, "but there is a third thing you must do."
"What is that?" asked Alice.
"You must do something to make the world more beautiful," said her grandfather.
"All right," said Alice. But she did not know what that could be.
In the meantime Alice got up and washed her face and ate porridge for breakfast. She went to school and came home and did her homework.
And pretty soon she was grown up.