She was in her gayest, most inconsequent mood.

Some magic of the moonlight was in her veins that night.
"There!" said Jerry triumphantly.

"Now you are safe.

Jove! Did you hear that water-sprite gurgling under the boat?
It must be ripping to be a water-sprite.

Can't you see them, Nan, whisking about down there in couples along the stones?
Give me your hand, and we'll dive under and join them." But Nan's enthusiasm would not stretch to this.