The lakes seemed to take on the very deepest sapphire blue.

No hush lay over the land as it did in the east, but there were wild sudden storm flurries, and as Kit expressed it, a feeling in the air as if there might be a regular circus of a cataclysm any minute.
Hardly a Saturday passed but what she was included in some motoring party.
The Dean never joined these, but Miss Daphne thoroughly enjoyed her new role of chaperon.

Sometimes the run would be further north, along the route to Milwaukee.

Other days they would dip into the beautiful wooded roads that cut through the ravines, leading over towards Lake Delevan.

And once, towards the end of November, in the very last spurt of Indian Summer weather, they took a week-end tour up to Eau Claire and Chippewa Falls.
"I only wish," Rex said, "that we could come up here next spring when they have their big logging time.