A few steps farther on they came to a little bay, covered with water-lilies and surrounded by brushwood.
"How desolate it looks!" said Lenore; "the bushes half pulled away--even the trees injured: all the result of this building.

We seldom come here on account of the strange workmen.

The village children, too, are become so bold, they make this their play-ground, and there is no keeping them away." That moment a boat came in sight.

A little village girl, a red-faced chubby thing, stood up tottering in it, while her older brother tried to get as far from shore as with one oar he could.

"Look!" cried Lenore, angrily, "the little wretches have actually taken our boat.