Lisbeth was standing on the top stair and I on the lower, in
exactly the same attitudes as I had beheld in my vision. I saw
her foot come slowly toward me and stop again; her red lips
quivered into a smile, and lo, there was the dimple! Dorothy saw
it, too - children are wonderfully quick in such matters - and
next moment was ensconced in the boat, Louise in her lap, and
there was nothing left for Lisbeth but to follow.

The Imp went forward to keep a "lookout," and finding a length of
fishing line, announced his intention of "heaving the lead."

I have upon several occasions ridden with Lisbeth - she is a good
horsewoman - frequently danced with her, but never before had I
been with her in a boat. The novelty of it was therefore decidedly
pleasing, the more so as she sat so close that by furtively reaching
out a foot I could just touch the hem of her dress.

"Uncle Dick," said Dorothy, looking up at me with her big grey eyes,
"where is the Land of Heart's Delight?"

"It lies beyond the River of Dreams," I answered.

"Is it far away?"

I afraid it is Dorothy."

"Oh! - and hard to get to?"

"Yes though it depends altogether upon who is at the helm."