Steady and
sweet the motion was, gathering speed. The water presently
rippled under the boat's prow, and she yielded gently a little
to the pressure on the sail, tipped herself gracefully a
little over, and began to cleave her way through the rippling
water in good earnest. Then how the waves sparkled! how cheery
the movement was! how delicious the summer air over the water!
although the sun was throwing down his beams with great power
already, and the day promised to be sultrily hot.
"It is going to be intense," said Mrs. Randolph.
"Melting!" — said Mrs. Gary.
"You will have enough of it before the end of the day —"
remarked Mr. Sandford.
Mr. Sandford was a good-humoured looking gentleman, with a
sensible face and black whiskers; but he was a gentleman, and
Daisy approved of him. He was very unlike his brother. His
wife was a very plain person, in feature, and not very
talkative; letting her husband do that for her; but kindly and
pleasant, nevertheless; and Daisy approved of her too.
"At what hour do you expect the day _will_ end, practically?"
inquired Mrs. Randolph of her husband.
He smiled. "I should say — judging from present tokens — not
till the sun gets well down on his western way.
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