10 A.M.
On the bu-u-u-u -- on the bu-u-u-u -- on the bu-te-ful shore . '' In the morning this fairy-like settlement , with its flimsy and eccentric architecture , took on more the appearance of reality . The season was late , as usual , and the hotels were still waiting for the crowds that seem to prefer to be late and make a rushing carnival of August , but the tiny cottages were nearly all occupied . At 10 A.M. the band was playing in the three-story pagoda sort of tower at the bathing-place , and the three stories were crowded with female spectators . Below , under the bank , is a long array of bath-houses , and the shallow water was alive with floundering and screaming bathers . Anchored a little out was a raft , from which men and boys and a few venturesome girls were diving , displaying the human form in graceful curves . The crowd was an immensely good-humored one , and enjoyed itself .