"It makes me sad, and I wanted to have fun." "It must be sad for the poor swan if it's going to die," said Hugh.

"But I don't mind this sort of sad feeling.

I think it's rather nice.

Ah! Jeanne, listen, there it is again.

They must be going to begin." "It" was a low sort of "call" which seemed to run round the shores of the lake like a preliminary note, and then completely died away.
Instantly began from all sides the most curious music that Hugh and Jeanne had ever heard.