It was June, and the whole world was awake and singing.
"It's better than the entire London season put together," she murmured to herself, as she presently came drifting back.
A whiff of tobacco-smoke interrupted her soliloquy.

She shook back her wet hair and stood up waist-deep in the clear, green water.
"What ho, Dick!" she called gaily.

"I can't see you, but I know you're there.

Come down and have a swim, you lazy boy!" There followed a pause.

Then a diffident voice with an unmistakably foreign accent made reply.
"Were you speaking to me ?" Glancing up in the direction of the voice, Hilary discovered a stranger seated against the trunk of a willow on the high bank above her.