Although it must have been all of thirty miles long, Fire Island was less than half a mile from the bay side to the ocean beach. Nobody minded walking. There was so much to see. It seemed strange that a town the size of Fair Harbor should have no streets at all, just walks between the cottages. Many of them were boarded up for the winter. Others were simply locked or shuttered. No people were to be seen inside or near the shuttered houses, and Judy began to think she had only imagined that woman at the dock. “Everything looks so bare,” she commented half to herself. A few yards had shrubs planted in the sandy soil or little gardens marked with rows of shells. In the summer Irene said there were wild roses and beach sweet peas, all growing low on the ground. Tufts of 35 grass and clumps of gray Dusty Miller poked their way up through the sand. In most yards there was sand and nothing else. Soon they came to a sign that said Birch Walk. All the walks were named after trees although there were few trees in sight.
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