She stepped out on the porch for a moment as Captain Prescott was saying good-night.

The moonlight was falling weirdly through the big trees, stretching itself over the grass in shapes that seemed to spell unearthly things.

And there were mystical lights on the water down there, flitting about with the movement of the stream as ghosts might flit.

Because it looked so other-world-like she wondered if it knew what it had just missed.

She had never thought anything about water save as something to look beautiful and have a good time on.