IN SOMEBODY'S BOAT The moon came silver in the valley and mingled with shadow among the trees.

Owl's-light was nowhere, Kenny said, and the pines stood like shaggy druids in the silver dusk.

The twilight of the moon he called it.

Restless and poetic he begged Joan to help him find the lake down yonder in the valley.

It was gleaming, to his fancy, with fairies' fire.
They found the lake and somebody's boat.