"Over there must be the bathing beach," said Ethel Blue as they turned away from the lake and started up another hilly street lined with houses.
"I hope there's a swimming teacher for you girls," said Helen. "Father taught me when I was smaller than you are, but you've never had a chance to learn yet."
"I'm going to learn this summer if I don't do another thing," exclaimed Ethel Brown enthusiastically.
"So am I," said Ethel Blue.
At the top of the hill the girls came out on an open place with a rustic fountain in the centre. At the left was a beautiful building shaped like a Greek temple. It was creamy in color and gleamed softly against a background of trees.
"What is that do you suppose?" wondered Ethel Blue.
"A-U-L-A C-H-R-I-S-T-I," spelled Ethel Brown as they stood gazing at the inscription over the door. "What does that mean?"
"Aula, aula," repeated Helen slowly. "Oh, I know; it's Latin for hall. That must mean Hall of Christ. It looks quite new."
"Probably it's another thing that's been built since Grandmother was here."
"We must ask her about it. Perhaps they have church there."