Lili and Georges approached, and found the others in rapture.
“It’s glorious here,” said Paul. “Cool moss to lie on, and a fine view.”
They all agreed that it was a pleasant spot, and sat down on the ground, tired with their reconnoitring. They removed their hats, which, together with the lace or red parasols of the girls, soon covered the dark greensward with glowing colour, whilst here and there a stray sunbeam, penetrating through the foliage, threw a myriad of glittering, dancing dust-particles across the light cotton of their frocks, and the yellow and brown shades of their hair.
“It isn’t so very shady here, after all. At all events I am quite in the sun,” said Lili, hiding herself in the rosy shade of her en-tout-cas, and she cast an indignant glance on Paul, who had a very shady place, and was lying full length on the ground, his head cosily hidden in a handkerchief.
“Hush, Lili, don’t talk; go to sleep,” he whispered, with closed eyes.
“You are very entertaining; you sleep on then. But I am scorching here.”
“Shall we go and look for a better spot, Lili?” said Georges.
“Yes, do; that’s a good idea,” thought Paul.
“And just whistle when you have found one,” said Etienne.
Georges promised he would. They rose, after which Lili, leaning on him, descended the dune.