The cool, delicious breezes from the Lake make the nights heavenly for sleep.

With Sancho Panza we cry aloud: "Blessed be the man that invented sleep," and we add: "Blessed be the man that invented cool nights to sleep in." And I have no fault to find with the full indulgence in sleep.

It is good for the weary man or woman.

It is well to make up arrears, to pay oneself the accumulated debts of insomnia and tossing and restlessness with an abundance of calm, dreamless, restful sleep.

Nay, not only would I have men claim their arrearage, but lay in a surplus stock against future emergencies, future drafts upon their bank account of "restorer." Nor would I find any fault with the allurements of the Lake, either for swimming, boating, "launching," canoeing or fishing.