You leave the train at Waupegan Station, and take the steamer across the lake.

I will meet you at any time you say.
So it happened that on a June evening they left the train at Waupegan and crossed the platform to the wheezy little steamer which was waiting just as the timetable had predicted; and soon they were embarked and crossing the lake, which seemed to Sylvia a vast ocean.

Twilight was enfolding the world, and all manner of fairy lights began to twinkle at the far edges of the water and on the dark heights above the lake.
Overhead the stars were slipping into their wonted places.
"You can get an idea of how it is at sea," said her grandfather, smiling at her long upward gaze.

"Only you can hardly feel the wonder of it all here, or the great loneliness of the ocean at night." It was, however, wonder enough, for a girl who had previously looked upon no more impressive waters than those of Fall Creek, Sugar Creek, and White River.

The steamer, with much sputtering and churning and not without excessive trepidation on the part of the captain and his lone deck hand, stopped at many frail docks below the cottages that hung on the bluff above.