sparkling with bits of mica, and when we were little we would slide down the dune into the water." Caleb looked out the window. "We have no dunes here," he said Papa stood up. "Yes we do," he said. He took the lantern and went out the door to the barn"We do?" Caleb called after him. He ran ahead, Sarah and I following, the dogs close behind Next to the barn was Papa's mound of hay for bedding, nearly as tall as the barn, covered with canvas to keep the rain from rotting it. Papa carried the wooden ladder from the barn and leaned it against the hay"There." He smiled at Sarah. "Our dune." Sarah was very quiet. The dogs looked up at her, waiting. Seal brushed against her legs, her tail in the air. Caleb reached over and took her hand.