shelving downward from where we sat, was lost mysteriously in the outward layers of the fog. The silence was horrible. No rustling of the leaves—no bird’s note in the wood—no cry of water-fowl from the pools of the hidden lake. Even the croaking of the frogs had ceased to- night.
“It is very desolate and gloomy,” said Laura. “But we can be more alone here than anywhere else.”
She spoke quietly and looked at the wilderness of sand and mist with steady,
shelving downward from where we sat, was lost mysteriously in the outward layers of the fog. The silence was horrible. No rustling of the leaves—no bird’s note in the wood—no cry of water-fowl from the pools of the hidden lake. Even the croaking of the frogs had ceased to- night.
“It is very desolate and gloomy,” said Laura. “But we can be more alone here than anywhere else.”
She spoke quietly and looked at the wilderness of sand and mist with steady,
