They thanked her and moved on.
"What pleasant voices these people have," said Diana. "They have not been obliged to shout above clanging trolleys and auto horns."
"No; all except Genevieve," returned Mrs. Lowell. "I should guess that she had been brought up in a boiler factory."
"Yet it is a piercing sweetness," protested Diana.
Mrs. Lowell laughed. "The island can do no wrong, eh?"
"Perhaps I am somewhat partial," admitted the girl.
They sprang along over the rough hillside, and at last came to a deep, precipitous cleft in its shore. The rocky sides of the hollow were decked with clumps of clinging shrub and evergreen and the clear water lapped a miniature beach.
"Why Brook Cove?" asked Mrs. Lowell. "I suppose there must be one about here. What a mystery the springs are in the midst of all this salt water. Miss Burridge says everybody has a well."
Diana gave her her most dreamy and seraphic look.