“Oh, it is beautiful,” rejoined Betty, a sentiment which Amy heartily echoed, and for a few minutes they stood there, drinking in the beauty of the scene, entirely unmindful of the lovely picture they themselves made with their loosened hair and wreaths of wild flowers. The river was not very wide, but the water was deep and clear and swift and the continual swish-swish of its passage over rocks and between foliage-laden banks made a pleasant, even sound that was deliciously restful and refreshing. “Oh, if we could only get down right into the very middle of it and let those little ripples wash over us forever and forever!” sighed Grace ecstatically. “She would a little mermaid be!” sang Betty, as she slipped down to the very edge of the water and leaned over to catch her reflection in the bright depths of it. “But honestly, Mollie, isn’t there any place in the river where we can swim?” “It looks too swift for good swimming to me!” began Grace, but Mollie stopped her with a mysterious finger to her lips. “Hush, my pretty one, not a word,” said the latter, beginning to pick her way daintily along the river bank. “Follow me and you will wear diamonds, or seaweed, or whatever it is that mermaids wear. And don’t fall over, whatever you do,” she turned around to caution them, “The river is so swift here that I don’t believe even the strongest swimmer would have a chance.” Accordingly the girls “watched their step,” and for some distance followed Mollie uncomplainingly. Then, as there seemed no sign of their getting anywhere, Grace started to protest. “Say, do you suppose she has any idea where she is going?” the latter asked of Betty in a tone that was designed to reach Mollie’s ear. But before she could say anything more, Mollie herself swung jubilantly round upon them. “Here we are, girls!” she cried. “Now see if you ever saw anything so pretty in all your lives.” Once more the girls stood spellbound by the natural beauty of the scene. As they walked they had become more and more conscious of the roaring noise made by rushing water, and now, ascending a small rise of ground, they came full upon the majestic beauty of Moonlight Falls. The falls fell full thirty feet, and at the foot of it the river was churned into swirling, liquid foam that whirled around and around again in a sort of mad race and then went rushing off down the river in a shower of lacy spray. It was wildly inspiring, exhilarating, and the girls thrilled with a strange new emotion as they watched. It was so free, so gloriously unchained! “There is our swimming pool over there,” Mollie said, raising her voice to make it heard above the roar of the water. “You see there is a sort of little back eddy below the falls and to one side of it, and right there we’ll find the best swimming of our lives. But,” she added, and her voice was impressively solemn, “heaven help any one of us who gets in the path of the falls.”