"You see those fleecy clouds that are out there now.

If clouds like those are still there when the sun goes down, they will be a fleet of pearl-gray vessels, with carmine keels, upon a sea of gold." She glanced at him quickly, but she did not express her marvel that this man had so many sides.

Before she could comment, and while she was still framing some way to express her appreciation of his gentler gifts, he returned briskly to practical things.
"Our lake will scarcely come up to this point," he judged.

"I don't think that at any point it will be high enough to cover the springs.
We don't want it to if we can help it, for that would destroy some of the beauty of it.

Have you noticed that our lake will be much like a kite in shape, with this winding ravine the tail of it.