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Two young people one evening in July seemed to find Lake Michigan perfectly satisfactory in every respect . The girl sat on a log of driftwood , poking holes in the sand with the pointed toes of her shoes , much too fine for the purpose , while the young man stretched at her feet looked at her instead of the sunset they had come to admire . I could not help thinking what a pretty picture they made , as I strolled along the shore with my pipe , to get cooled off after a very hot day in town . The family were all at Interlaken , but Margaret was left in Lake City to keep the grass watered , and to give me my midday dinner . I am unable to decide which occupation she considered the more important . It is not easy to get grass to grow with us , and anyone who can display a reasonably green patch in July and August gives evidence of considerable perseverance in the matter of lawn sprinkling . I told Margaret she would be ready to enter the Fire Brigade next winter , she was getting to be such an expert with the hose .