nd Peggy; Kitty and Willy in the _Rob Roy_,
Gerald and Margaret in the _Wenonah_.

"All ready?" asked the chief. "Where shall we go? Where are Jack and
Bell?"

"Oh, they started ahead," said Phil. "They had some stunt on hand, and
we are to meet them over by the Black Shore."

"Ready--give way all!"

The paddles dipped, the canoes shot out along the silver path, gliding
swift and silent as spirits. For a time no one spoke. The _Cheemaun_,
with the powerful arms at either end, took the lead and kept it easily:
next came the _Nahma_ and the _Rob_, nearly abreast, and vying with each
other; but the _Wenonah_ lagged behind, and seemed in no special hurry.

"Like it?" asked Gerald, presently.

"Oh!" said Margaret, softly.

Gerald gave a little grunt of content, and was silent again. The paddle
dipped noiseless in the liquid silver, the dark prow crept noiseless
along the shining way.

"It is another world!" said Margaret presently, still speaking under her
breath. "I never dreamed of anything like it. A silver world! Oh!"

"What is it?"

"Nothing--I was only thinking--one ought to be very good, to live in a
world so beautiful as this, Gerald!"

"Some of us are, Margaret!"

Silence again.

"I'm awfully glad you like it!" said Gerald. "I hoped you would.
I've--I've been looking forward all summer to your coming."

"I was very glad to come," said Margaret, simply. "I was afraid, but I
was glad, too."

"Afraid? I should like to know what you were afraid of!"

"Oh--I don't know! I have never been with many people, you know. I have
never seen a large family together before. How happy you all are!"

"That's what we are!" said Gerald. "Especially now! I say, Margaret! the
child Toots has fallen a victim."

"Fallen a--what do you mean, Gerald? not into the water?"

"Charms!" said Gerald. "Yours. Bowled her over completely. Nice child,
the child Toots. Think so?"

"I think she looks as good as she is beautiful," said Margaret. "Does
she really like me? I am very glad, for I know I shall love her."

"Don't you think she is the image of me?" asked Gerald, plaintively.

"No, I never thought of it!" said downright Margaret. "Oh! hark, Gerald;
what is that? I hear music."

They listened. Directly in front of them lay a deep black shadow, and
forth from this shadow stole notes of music, low, sweet, almost
unearthly in their purity and clearness.

"Evidently the stunt of Tintinnabula and the Camelopard!" said G