Marsh’s Pond is about two miles long and a half a mile wide, and it has at one point a sandy beach. Around it are cottages and bathing houses, most of them bearing the idyllic names that lake dwellers love to bestow upon their houses. We passed “The Inglenook” and “The Ingleside” and “Inglewild,” and “Tramp’s Rest,” and many another bearing equally felicitous titles, and at last we came to the sandy beach just as the sun cast its first golden beams on the foliage of the woods across the lake. “Hepburn, you’re a brick for waking up so early,” said Tom. “If only I had thought to bring along my little flask. It’s just the thing before a morning swim.” “If you don’t mind Scotch,” said Hepburn, producing a cunning little silver flask. Ellery was on the water wagon, but the rest of us drank to the rising sun and then plunged in and were cool. “It was worth the walk,” said Benedict, as he dove and emerged twenty feet beyond. “Why don’t people do this every day?” With the sun had come a gentle breeze that was several degrees cooler than the surrounding atmosphere had been, and we spent a pleasant half hour admiring the coming of day from our watery vantage. After we had come out we went into the bathing house, which went by the name of Tramp’s Rest. It was a roomy affair, and had been left open all winter, or we would have been unable to enter it. “We’ll put up a shack like that,” said Tom, “and Jack and Billy can bunk in it.” “I’m afraid we haven’t lumber enough,” said I. When we were ready to go home Hepburn and Ellery said they were going back by what is called the upper road, which is a half mile farther, but we chose the lower road, and were home a good half hour ahead of them. It was after six and we were ravenous. A west wind was blowing and it had blown the crazy horde of mosquitoes away, and it was much cooler, and I am thankful to say that not again that summer did we have such a visitation. Mosquitoes might always be found in the long grass, but it was easy to avoid them. Minerva prepared an early breakfast, and just as we sat down to it Ellery and Hepburn arrived. “How do you like it as far as you’ve got, Talcott?” asked Tom, as we all sat down. “Well, do you know I read this ‘Simple Life,’ that the President recommended, and I didn’t see such an awful lot in it, but if this is it, it’s all right. I don’t think I ever had such an appetite for breakfast before.”