"I do believe he's forgotten all about you and is going to swim straight across!" she declared. For Leslie was, indeed, streaking out in fine style, making the water splash in the sun, and occasionally tossing his head as though keenly conscious of life's delightfulness.
"He'll turn back," said Hilda quietly.
"You think so?"
"I know he will!" she laughed.
"Oh, you know?"
"Why how ridiculous! Nobody could swim clear across, Aunt Marjie. It's seventy miles!"
"Really?"
"Did you ever hear of anybody swimming as far as that?"
"I'm not sure I ever did," the other admitted. They were silent a little, both watching the swimmer. Then the lady remarked in a dreamy way: "They always look so fine and free when they're young, and the sun flashes over the water, and they make straight out, as though they never meant to stop at all."