The Golden DayThere were only eleven of them, like eleven sisters all the same age in a large family. Because it was such a very small class, they had a very small classroom, which was perched at the very top of the school. "Today, girls," said Miss Renshaw, "we shall go out into the beautiful garden and think about death." So off they go, and in the garden they meet a poet a dreamy young man with a voice like an owl who takes them to a cave at the nearby beach.