When the Birds Begin to Sing. Winifred Graham

is a stray one on the seat," said Philip, throwing it overboard. Eleanor watches the descent with sparkling eyes.

      "It is still in sight," she cries, "whirling through the water! My word! how clear the lake is. I must see it again."

      She glances round, but there are no more stones.

      Before Philip has time to stop her she opens her purse and drops a coin over the side of the boat.

      "Look! there it goes," laughing lightly. "Isn't it fascinating?"