"
Madame did as he required, and with a dexterous stroke the Chevalier
sent the craft upon the beach and jumped out. This manoeuver to assist
her did not pass, for she was up and out almost as soon as he. In a
moment Victor came to the spot. The two canoes were hidden with a
cunning which the Chevalier had learned from the Indian.
Above them was a hill which was almost split in twain by a gorge or
gully, down through which a brook leaped and hounded and tumbled,
rolling its musical "r's." The four started up the long incline, the
women gathering the belated flowers and the men picking up curious
sticks or sending boulders hurtling down the hillside. Higher and
higher they mounted till the summit was reached. Hill after hill
rolled away to the east, to the south, to the west, while toward the
north the lake glittered with all the brilliancy of a cardinal's plate.
"Can it be," said Victor, breaking the spell, "can it be that we once
knew Paris?"
"Paris!" repeated madame. Her eyes took in her beaded skirt and
moccasins and replaced them with glowing silks and shimmering laces.
Paris! Many a phantom was stirred from its tomb at the sound of this
magic name.
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