Firs and oaks stood thick all along, with many other trees also; the ground was carpeted with layers of moss; great rocks rose up by the water's edge, grey and brown with lichens.

It was not so hot now.

The sun's glare was shielded off.

On a mossy carpet beside the water's edge the doctor and Daisy sat down.

Undoubtedly the doctor had never taken so much trouble with a child before; but Daisy was a study to him.
"We do not find the wonderful things, Daisy," he remarked, throwing himself back upon the moss with his hands under his head.