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13 Mr. Linden looked toward Carol’s mother, his brows arched questioningly.
14 “Oh, that would be too much of a bother to you, sir,” her mother
said quickly.

15 “Books are meant to be read,” Mr. Linden said. “If you bring the young
lady around she can have her pick. I’m sure she’ll be careful with them.”

16 The Glace Bay Library was small and didn’t carry many of the adventure
books that Carol liked. After she promised her mother that she did really
want to expand her reading and would absolutely take care of the books,

Carol and her mother made the short trek up the hill to Mr. Linden’s house
on a Wednesday afternoon.
17 The interior of Mr. Linden’s home was bright with sunlight that streamed
through the starched patterned curtains. In the library itself there were dark
green bookcases along the wall, and a small writing desk was in the middle of
the rectangular room. The surface of the writing desk was covered with dark
leather, and in one corner there was a wooden box that contained a sextant.
The window seat that looked out over the bay was just wide enough to sit in
and, if you were a twelve-year-old girl with a small frame, put your feet up as
you read.
18 “You must really love books,” Carol said when she saw just how many
books the old sailor had.
19 “Books have always been among my most trusted of friends,” Mr. Linden
replied. “The best of them allow the mind to wander wherever the author’s
musings lead. I’m reading the book that’s lying there, but the rest are yours
to borrow.”
20 “One book will do,” Carol’s mom said.
21 Mr. Linden said that he would make tea and started down the stairs, and
her mom went with him.
22 Carol began to read the titles on the spines of the books. Many seemed
interesting. She looked again at the window seat where the book Mr. Linden
was reading was lying. Like the others, it was old, its marbled binding fitting
perfectly with the dark colors of the room. She picked up the book and read
its title: Tales From a Dark Sea. There was no author listed. She opened the
book where Mr. Linden had placed the flat bookmark. It was page 201 and
contained one short paragraph, which, out of curiosity about Mr. Linden,
she read.

musings A person’s musings are his or her thoughts.

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