"There!" Sextoness Jane broke the silence,
pointing up the lake, to where a tiny point of
red showed like a low-hung star through the
gathering darkness. Moment by moment,
other lights came into view, silently, steadily,
until it seemed like some long, gliding
sea-serpent, creeping down towards them through
the night.
"A tow!" Josie cried under her breath.
They had all seen it, times without number,
before. The long line of canal boats being
towed down the lake to the canal below; the
red lanterns at either end of each boat
showing as they came. But to-night, infected
perhaps, by the pride, the evident delight, in
Jane's voice, the old familiar sight held them
with the new interest the past months had
brought to bear upon so many old, familiar things.
"It is--wonderful," Pauline said at last.
"It might be a scene from--fairyland, almost."
"Me--I love to see them come stealing long
like that through the dark," Jane said slowly
and a little hesitatingly. It was odd to be
telling confidences to anyone except Tobias.
"I don't know where they come from, nor
where they're a-going to. Many's the night
I walk over here just on the chance of seeing
one.
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