“Its quiet grandeur can hardly be expressed in words,” said Scott.
“Look at that lovely island!”
“It is beautiful,” said Scott, looking out over the water.
He had taken a seat on the beach, and thought the scene was the loveliest he had ever beheld. The trees overhanging the water cast broad shadows on the silvery surface under the bright light of the moon.
“Listen,” said Carrie, who had just stepped up beside him. “Mr. Wilmer, is not that beautiful?”
Every voice was hushed to catch the sound of music which came floating over the water.
“It is a band just nearing the island,” Guy said as he stepped down to the boat which lay at the water’s edge.
June entered the boat, and calling to Carrie to come, 177 she sat down and dipped the clear water, throwing the bright drops high in the air.
“How lovely it is, Guy; who could fancy a scene more beautiful than this?”
Guy dropped the oar that he held, and taking June’s little hand within his own, said in a low voice: