he　lake　with　white…caps　and　beyond；　the　moon　on　the　high　snow　mountains。　Then　the　clouds　came　over　the　moon　again　and　the　mountains　and　the　lake　were　gone；　but　it　was　much　lighter　than　it　had　been　before　and　we　could　see　the　shore。　I　could　see　it　too　clearly　and　pulled　out　where　they　would　not　see　the　boat　if　there　were　custom　guards　along　the　Pallanza　road。　When　the　moon　came　out　again　we　could　see　white　villas　on　the　shore　on　the　slopes　of　the　mountain　and　thewhite　road　where　it　showed　through　the　trees。　All　the　time　I　was　rowing。

The　lake　widened　and　across　it　on　the　shore　at　the　foot　of　the　mountains　on　the　other　side　we　saw　a　few　lights　that　should　be　Luino。　I　saw　a　wedgelike　gap　between　the　mountains　on　the　other　shore　and　I　thought　that　must　be　Luino。　If　it　was　we　were　making　good　time。　I　pulled　in　the　oars　and　lay　back　on　the　seat。　I　was　very；　very　tired　of　rowing。　My　arms　and　shoulders　and　back　ached　and　my　hands　were　sore。

〃I　could　hold　the　umbrella；〃　Catherine　said。　〃We　could　sail　with　that　with　the　wind。〃

〃Can　you　steer？〃

〃I　think　so。〃

〃You　take　this　oar　and　hold　it　under　your　arm　close　to　the　side　of　the　boat　and　steer　and　I'll　hold　the　umbrella。〃　I　went　back　to　the　stern　and　showed　her　how　to　hold　the　oar。　I　took　the　big　umbrella　the　porter　had　given　me　and　sat　facing　the　bow　and　opened　it。　It　opened　with　a　clap。　I　held　it　on　both　sides；　sitting　astride　the　handle　hooked　over　the　seat。　The　wind　was　full　in　it　and　I　felt　the　boat　suck　forward　while　I　held　as　hard　as　I　could　to　the　two　edges。　It　pulled　hard。　The　boat　was　moving　fast。

〃We're　going　beautifully；〃　Catherine　said。　All　I　could　see　was　umbrella　ribs。　The　umbrella　strained　and　pulled　and　I　felt　us　driving　along　with　it。　I　braced　my　feet　and　held　back　on