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3IT WAS THE FIRST TIME that Lottie and Kezia had ever been out so late. Everything looked different–the painted wooden houses far smaller than they did by day, the gardens far bigger and wilder. Bright stars speckled the sky and the moon hung over the harbour dabbling the waves with gold. They could see the lighthouse shining on Quarantine Island, and the green lights on the old coal hulks. "There comes the Picton boat," said the storeman, pointing to a little steamer all hung with bright beads. But when they reached the top of the hill and began to go down the other side the harbour disappeared, and although they were still in the town they were quite lost. Other carts rattled past. Everybody knew the storeman. "Night, Fred." "Night O," he shouted. Kezia liked very much to hear him.