Trespassing is not much of a fault at the lake of St.Jean.The Baby became expert in dodging hastily by, with his eyes upon the windows; the dream of his life was to see the gymnastics performed again; at length it was realised.
The thing we desire most is often the thing that brings us woe.
The Baby caught sight of Helen practising her beautiful attitudes.

He hung on to a rail of the verandah, and gazed and gazed.

Then he took his life in his hand, as it were, and swung himself up on the verandah; he moved like a cat, for he supposed that the stalwart Johns was within.
From this better point of view, peeping about, he now surveyed the whole interior of the small drawing-room.

What was his joy to find that there was no family circle of spectators; Helen was exercising herself alone! He hugged to himself the idea that the gracious little spectacle was all his own.
Now, as it happened, the Baby in his secret hauntings of this house had not been so entirely unseen as he supposed.

Certainly Johns had never caught sight of him or he would have been made aware of it, but Helen, since the night of the boating mystery, had more than once caught sight of a white figure passing among the maple shadows.