the midnight sun
the barometer is falling . '' He was rather anxious to see all the tiny yawls afloat , and so many vessels assembled in that dangerous region . Yann and Sylvestre used to read their letters together . This time they read them by the light of the midnight sun , shining above the horizon , still like a dead luminary . Sitting together , a little to one side , in a retired nook of the deck , their arms about each other 's shoulders , they very slowly read , as if to enjoy more thoroughly the news sent them from home . In Yann 's letter Sylvestre got news of Marie Gaos , his little sweetheart ; in Sylvestre 's , Yann read all Granny Moan 's funny stories , for she had not her like for amusing the absent ones you will remember ; and the last paragraph concerning him came up : the `` word of greeting to young Gaos . '' When the letters were got through , Sylvestre timidly showed his to his big friend , to try and make him admire the writing of it .