And the moon had been part of their programme too.

Both remembered at the same moment that, according to schedule, they were now supposed to be almost home, running down Coombe hill by moonlight.
"This is much nicer," said Esther, comfortably.
"But--" he did not finish his sentence.

Why disturb her?
Besides it certainly was much nicer! The forgotten moon bore them no malice.

A soft radiance grew and spread around them, the whole sky and lake were faintly shining though the goddess herself had not yet topped the trees.
The shadows were becoming blacker and more sharply defined.

In front of them the point loomed, inky black.