For the quartet were warbling.

They were also doing queer musical stunts which are fondly miscalled "close harmony." Thus do they and their kind pay homage to a divine day on a fire-blue lake, amid the hush of the eternal hills.

Lesser souls may find themselves speaking in few and low-pitched words, under the holy spell of such surroundings.

But to loftier types of holiday-seekers, the benignant silences of the wilderness are put there by an all-wise Providence for the purpose of being fractured by any racket denoting care-free merriment;--the louder the merrier.

There is nothing so racket-breeding as a perfect day amid perfect scenery.
The four revelers had paddled down into the lake, on a day's picnicking.