He.—Including——
She.—I think that we should go back to our friends.
He.—And discuss "Welsh rarebit"? Let us take this boat and glide over the "silvery lake." We can find more interesting subjects to talk about than edibles; and, if we cannot, we can at least be silent and let the glorious night speak for us.
She.—Because of just such nights, I come here every year.
He.—But the moon, like the sun, shines everywhere for all.
She.—Yes, but not everywhere alike. There must be trees with branches outspread to catch its silvery beams, and giant hills in the distance to form a heavy background. The full moon shining on our great Lake Michigan is a glorious sight, but that which is needed to make the scene perfect is not there. But here—nothing is wanting.
O beauteous Lake!
How radiantly dost thou wear thy jewels
Upon thy bosom fair,—made fairer still