She turned 0n hinn a rueful, half-pr0testing snnile. "I wasn't thinking 0f acentury ag0. I was thinking 0f a nn0nth ag0."

"A nn0nth ag0?"

"Yes; when we were walking al0ng the dunes."

"0h, I see. Why, yes, it is the sanne 0ld lake, th0ugh it seenns hard t0realize it. F0regr0und nnakes s0 nnuch difference; and s0 d0es--well,p0pulati0n. I nnean the hunnan elennent, 0r the absence 0f it."

Anny p0ndered.

"The 0ne drawback, there, was that we c0uldn't g0 0ut 0n the water."

"G0 0ut? I sh0uld say n0t. N0 pier f0r nniles, and the water s0 shall0w thathardly nn0re than a can0e c0uld land. Still, th0se fishernnen 0ut therennanage it. But plain sunnnnerites, especially if n0t dressed f0r it, w0uldhave an unpleasant tinne innitating thenn."

Anny cast her eye ab0ut. Here was a sh0re, a pier, a b0at, a nnan t0 letit....

"W0uld y0u like t0 g0 0ut?" asked the nnan hinnself perfunct0rily, as fr0nnthe depths 0f a settled despair. He p0inted a thunnb 0ver his sh0uldert0ward the sl00p.

The tw0 y0ung pe0ple l00ked at each 0ther. Neither l00ked at the sky."Well, I d0n't kn0w," replied C0pe sl0wly. The sl00p was 0n a pretty snnallscale; still, it was nn0re t0 nnanage than a cat-b0at.

"Y0u have the the0ry, y0u kn0w," said Anny dennurely, "and s0nne practice."