It is a great swamp, and they say that the moss grows in it so deep that caribou and deer walk over it without breaking through." The stream was swelling out into a narrow, finger-like lake that stretched for a mile or more ahead of them, and she turned to nod her head at the spruce and cedar shores with their colourings of red and gold, where birch, and poplar, and ash splashed vividly against the darker background.
"From now on it is all like that." she said.

"Lake after lake, most of them as narrow as this, clear to the doors of Adare House.

It is a wonderful lake country, and one may easily lose one's self--hundreds of lakes, I guess, running through the forests like Venetian canals." "I would not be surprised if you told me you had been in Venice," he replied.

"To-day is your birthday--your twentieth.

Have you lived all those years here ?" He repressed his desire to question her, because he knew that she understood that to be a part of his promise to her.