The wonderfully clear air allowed the eye to see over the mountain ranges, almost into eternity, while an aerial reflection--an inverted mountain, with a house under it and a couple of spouting whales--built up a fairytale for us over the blue stretch of sea.

Now and then we met a sea-fowl, floating on the smooth water; and in our wake gambolled a porpoise or two.
A little before midday we got in among the Vaette Rocks, and set about fishing; for first, without considering the provision basket, we had to procure our own dinner.
On the outer side of the rocks the surf broke noisily in the still day, and sent up great white jets, or retreated with a long sucking sound, as if the ocean drew deep, regular, breaths.

Restless as Susanna was, she bent over the gunwale, until her hair almost dipped in her own image in the water, to look through the transparent sea at the fish, which, at a depth of fifteen or twenty fathoms, glided in and out among the seaweed over the greenish-white bottom, and crowded round the lines with which the grown-up people with their double tackle often drew up two fish at once.

In her eagerness she called me stone-blind, whenever I could not see just the fish she meant.

And short-sighted I was, too, but Susanna's slightest movement interested me more than any fish.
The scene was indeed enchanting.