One side of it was popular with picnic parties, but on the side where the girls were few boats ever landed.

As they were rowing slowly along the edge, Harriet's eyes were constantly searching the shore.
"This is about what I thought we should find, Jane." "What are you looking for, dear ?" "I am trying to find a place where we can run the 'Red Rover' in under the trees, and where the boat cannot be seen from the lake on either side of the island." "You will have to change its color then.

Why, in the sunlight you could see that tub fifty miles away." Harriet did not answer.

She had rested on the oars, and was peering over her right shoulder towards the thicket at the shore of the island.
"No, my dear, not where I am going to put the boat provided there is room for it.

Do you see that current swirling right into the island there?
I saw that from the deck of the 'Red Rover,' this morning, when looking through the glasses.