Mornings are beautiful all over the earth but Nature keeps a special kind of morning for early summer use at Friendly Bay.

In sudden clearness, in chill sweetness, in almost awful purity there is no other morning like it.

It wrings the human soul quite clear of everything save wonder at its loveliness.
Desire never bathed until the sun was up, not because she feared the dawn-cold water but because she would not stir the unbroken beauty of its opal tide.

With the first rays of the sun, the spell would break, the waves would dance again, the gulls would soar and dip, the crabs would scuttle across the shining sand, the round wet head of a friendly seal would pop up here and there to say good-morning.

Then, Desire would swim--far out--so far that Spence, watching her, would feel his heart contract.