Here Malvine and Wilhelm seated themselves, while Willy played about with Fido.

To the right of the terrace was a narrow little bay where the shallow boat was fastened in which they were to make their pleasure trip later on.

The boat was tied to a wooden landing-place, which inclosed the little bay on the side away from the terrace, and from which a few mossy steps led down to the water.

The Alster was swollen with melting snow and spring rains, and almost washed the foot of the terrace; only one of the steps of the landing appeared above the surface of the water.

Willy, finding it rather dull on the terrace, elected to play on the pier, and began jumping in and out of the boat, into which Fido refused to follow him, as he was afraid of the water.
The view was enchanting.