But hungry as Milly was she didn't forget to look out of the window before she began her dinner, and it was worth while looking out of the window in Aunt Emma's dining-room.
Before the windows was a green lawn, like the lawn at Ravensnest, only this lawn went sloping away, away till there was just a little rim of white beach, and then beyond came the wide, dancing blue lake, that the children had seen from the top of the mountain.

Here it was close to them, so close that Milly could hear the little waves plashing, through the open window.
"Milly," whispered Aunt Emma when they were all waiting for pudding, "do you see that little house down there by the water's edge?
That's where the boat lives--we call it a boathouse.

Do you think you'll be frightened of the water, little woman ?" "No, I don't think so," said Milly, shaking her little wise head gravely.

"I am frightened sometimes, very.

Mother calls me a little goose because I run away from Jenny sometimes--that's our cow at home, Aunt Emma, but then she's got such long horns, and I can't help feeling afraid." "Well, the lake hasn't got horns, Milly," said Aunt Emma, laughing, "so perhaps you will manage not to be afraid of it." How kind and nice Aunt Emma looked as she sat between the children, with her pretty soft gray hair, and her white cap and large white collar.
Mrs.Norton could not help thinking of the times when she was a little girl, and used always to insist on sitting by Aunt Emma at dinner-time.
That was before Aunt Emma's hair had turned gray.