Exclamations of delight were frequent.

The island was full of rocky nooks and dells; there were numerous wild flowers, while in the great trees that overhung the shore of the island an occasional squirrel whisked back and forth.
"It really is the Island of Delight!" cried Crazy Jane.

"How I wish my dear old dad were here! Wouldn't he want to buy this island?
I'm going to ask him to come here some day, but I'm afraid he'll say he hasn't the time." "This island is too large to explore this morning," declared Miss Elting.
"It may take some days," Harriet nodded, as they strolled about, "but it will be delightful work." On the outer side they discovered evidences that picnic parties had been there.

And then they came upon the remains of a campfire, but it was a small one, as though there had been but a solitary camper, and that some time back.
"I hope no one comes while we're here," murmured Margery.
"How selfish!" laughed Hazel.
By seven o'clock the delighted girls began to retrace their steps toward the houseboat.
"Now, let's go down to the shore and take a look out over the lake," proposed Harriet, and this was done.
There were several boats in sight, but at the distance these looked like mere specks.

A large excursion steamer was passing in the middle of the lake.