Several people were sitting on it in bathing clothes, and some one was teaching a little girl to swim.

The echo of her gurgling laughter and little cries came to them clearly.
The sound of music and shuffling feet grew fainter and fainter.
Gardiner's Island lay up against the horizon like a long inflated sand bag.

There were crickets everywhere.

Three or four large butterflies gamboled in the shimmering air.
Away out, heading homewards, Martin's yawl, with Irene lying full stretch on the roof of the cabin, and Howard whistling for a wind, crept through the water, inch by inch.
With the tiller under one arm and a pipe in his mouth, long empty, sat Martin, thinking about Joan.

Hearing voices, Tootles looked up from a book that she was trying to read.