"Are we going to the lake?" Hilary asked.
Jane nodded.
"But not out on the water," Josie said.
"You're taking us too far below the pier for that."
Jane smiled quietly. "It'll be on the water--what
you're going to see," she was getting
a good deal of pleasure out of her small
mystery, and when they reached the low shore,
fringed with the tall sea-grass, she took her
party a few steps along it to where an old log
lay a little back from the water. "I reckon
we'll have to wait a bit," she said, "but it'll
be 'long directly."
They sat down in a row, the young people
rather mystified. Apparently the broad
expanse of almost motionless water was quite
deserted. There was a light breeze blowing
and the soft swishing of the tiny waves against
the bank was the only sound to break the
stillness; the sky above the long irregular range
of mountains on the New York side, still wore
its sunset colors, the lake below sending hack
a faint reflection of them.
But presently these faded until only the
afterglow was left, to merge in turn into the
soft summer twilight, through which the stars
began to glimpse, one by one.
The little group had been mostly silent,
each busy with his or her thoughts; so far as
the young people were concerned, happy
thoughts enough; for if the closing of each
day brought their summer nearer to its
ending, the fall would bring with it new
experiences, an entering of new scenes.
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