The canoe itself was almost like a living creature to her by this time.

Like an intelligent companion in the search, it responded with gentle motion to her slightest touch.
It seemed to Ann that the light of the moon was now growing very strong and clear.

Surely no moon had ever before become so bright! Ann looked about her, almost for a moment dreading some supernatural thing, and then she realised that the night was gone, that pale dawn was actually smiling upon her.

It gave her a strange sense of lightheartedness.

Her heart warmed with love to the sight of the purple tint in the eastern sky, that bluish purple which precedes the yellow sunrise.