ANNE OF GREEN GABLES COUNTRY 173 lift now and then? Plutocrats miss half the fun of life. A car, for instance . . . How much more we enjoyed speeding up hills under the car's power— after we had so strenuously acted as horse-power for the bikes on similar hills. Ah . . . this was sheer luxury. Dalvay! We came upon it suddenly—a round, ornamented house in a solitary setting. Its contented rotundity, in a background of clouds, sparkled in the shining waters of the little pond. Alone on the horizon it stood, with the soft downy clouds bent so low over its roof, and the splashing waves edging their way towards it. Alone and far off—just like the Captain. We wandered around the building. A few tourists sat idly around waiting impatiently for their next meal, but most of the crowd were on the beach acquir¬ ing a tan for their friends-at-home's sake. We wandered down to the shore, too. To tan or not to tan was not the question at all with us. Our still sensitive backs protested loudly at the very idea of more sun. To bathe, then, was the ultimatum. Such water! The white-capped breakers knocked us down, rolled us in, and then swept us out again. It was delicious. It was exhilarating. It was delightful. It was salty! "If I swallow any more," gurgled a neighbour, "there won't be enough left to swim in." The firm, sandy beach, free from stones and grass, was a treat. And as the waves literally shoved us out of the water, the soft depths of sand enticed us—and we blistered our backs anew. The principal summer hotels of Prince Edward Island are found on the North Shore , though there are