Chapter 18 THE WATER FêTE

"Roll along, roll along,

O'er the waters so blue,

We're afloat, we're afloat

In our birch bark canoe,"

sang Grace's high sweet voice as their boat bobbed gayly up and down with the little rippling waves of the lake.

"That is a pretty song, my dear child," exclaimed Miss Sallie Stuart, from a cushioned seat in the stern of the boat, "