But the lake was growing boisterous and the facts remained that they had neither reef nor waterproof.
"I suppose we shall have to go in, but this is fine, Clover."
"Indeed it is; and does it really bring you to the conclusion that there is no place like home? I am interested, for you see I don't know any place but home."
"Is that a fact?" Van Tassel glanced at his companion with a recollection of what his father had told him of her relinquished European trip.
"Yes, I am narrow to the last degree. I have never been out of my native State."
Jack eyed the girl with admiring compassion.
"You've never even seen a hill, Clover."
"Never,—excepting the one in Lincoln Park."
Jack laughed. "Which was carted there in wagons," he added.
"The things I've never done, and never seen, would fill a large volume," went on the girl, her soft hair, golden in the sunlight, blowing into a halo around her forehead, as she leaned on her elbow among the cushions; "but then I'm not sure I shouldn't be as homesick, if I went away, as May Frisbie was last summer. Do you remember, while she was in Switzerland, she wrote home: 'For real scenery give me Illinois!' Ah, here is some Lake Michigan!" for a dancing noisy wave had leaped above the gunwale, a few spoonfuls vaulting saucily into the girl's lap.