The cool, pungent breeze swept from the lake, and the voices of wild life chattered at their feet.
Sometimes the water folks splashed, while a big black and gold butterfly mistook the Girl's dark hair for a perching place and settled on it, slowly opening its wonderful wings.
"Lie quietly, Girl," whispered the Harvester.

"You are wearing a living jewel, an ornament above price, on your hair.

Maybe you can see it when it goes.

There!" "Oh I did!" she cried.

"How I love it here! Before long may I lie in the dining-room window a while so I can see the water.