Rising, they went to the window. A large silver moon was tipping every wave with a point of light.
“We can’t go to the lighthouse to-night.” There was a note of finality in the girl’s voice. “The waves out there are as high as a house.
“And we’d better not venture out just now, either. The moon’s too bright. In an hour or two there may be clouds. See, they are coming in from the north.”
“And where shall we go when the clouds are here?”
“Home.” The girl whispered the word softly. “To my island home.”
CHAPTER XIII
LIGHT ON THE WATER
“My island home,” the girl said musingly. “How can I tell you about it so that you will love it as I do?
“This is Isle Royale.” She spread her arms wide as if to gather its miles of wide expanse into one embrace. “Beautiful bays and tiny lakes where the loon and the wild duck come to build their nests.
“A hundred enchanted islands where gulls soar and scream at sundown, where the sea hawk soars above you to complain in his shrill voice of your intrusion.
“Deep dark pools beside the shelving rocks where black shadows play and spotted trout dart away.