"Let's find a canoe and get out under the stars." Sylvia went for a wrap, and they had soon embarked, skimming along in silence for a time till they were free of the shores.

There was no moon, but the stars shone brilliantly; a fitful west wind scarcely ruffled the water.

Along the deep-shadowed shores the dock lanterns twinkled, and above and beyond them the lamps of the cottages flashed and vanished.
Dan paddled steadily with a skilled, splashless stroke.

The paddle sank noiselessly and rose to the accompaniment of a tinkling drip as the canoe parted the waters.

There is nothing like a canoe flight under stars to tranquilize a troubled and perplexed spirit, and Dan was soon won to the mood he sought.