“One, two, three, four!
Three, two, one, four!
Who for?
What for?
What y’ going to yell for?—
Merrymeeting!”
CHAPTER V
FROM LILIAN’S DIARY
July 6, Thursday.
I see that this little book is going to be full before the summer is over. It is just as well that Father gave me this pretty diary with the key, for some of the things I shall write will be very private and special. I do not believe, though, that I shall write out my thoughts much. I did that once, and they seem so silly afterwards, when you have gotten older. However, I’m nearly grown up now.
Last night there was a gorgeous rainbow and this morning when we started down to breakfast every little spider had its cobweb out, (tune of “ev’ry little wave had its white cap on, white cap, night cap, white cap on”), and that means a nice day. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before the sun shone out and showed how perfectly lovely it is up here. I’m wild about the scenery. One of the councillors said that the bay looked like “liquid sapphire”, which was very good indeed, for it reflected the blue of the sky. I’ll try “liquid sapphire” in a “pome” sometime. Merrymeeting Bay is on our right, to the west of our point, and is where five rivers meet. It certainly does look funny to see the current, or apparently the current, going the wrong way between our point and that of the mainland opposite on into the bay. I thought at first this morning that the way I had considered down stream must be up stream and that I had been turned around as to directions. But I soon found that this was only the tide coming in! We are six or seven miles from Bath and almost fourteen from the sea, I believe. There is the dearest island just inside the bay. Somebody lives there, for we see a house and boat.