They had walked as far as the river's edge, where several green-hulled canvas canoes lay on the grass.
"Suppose we walk," she said; "shall we? I'm too lazy to paddle. I'm sleepy, Jim. A walk ought to wake me up."
"I know a ledge where you can take a cat nap," he said. "Accept forty winks from me, and we'll paddle afterwards."
So they strolled along the river path, fragrant with mint and vine and blossom; and presently the cool green of the woods enveloped them, and their feet pressed the moist, springy leaves of a forest path that led over little brooks and up a slope of young growth, all checkered with sun spots, to a vast overhanging ledge of rocks.
"Just look at that moss!" exclaimed Diana. "I believe I'll sit down on it this minute. Jim, do sit down. It's like velvet, and there's miles of it; and here is the most enchanting silver birch tree for my back to rest on, and some wood lilies to look at.... Isn't this heavenly!"
"Out of sight," he said lazily, stretching himself at her feet and glancing up at her. "Go ahead with your cat nap. I'll time you half an hour."
After a moment he laughed, and her eyebrows went up in a silent question.
He said: "I never noticed it before. It's odd."
"Noticed what?"
"How funny they are in outline—your eyes, I mean."