returning home instead of provoking tourists who had kept everyone up late for sentimental reasons relating to the moon!
Before we went to bed Mrs Greendays and I had an entirely novel experience. We went down into the garden, guided by one of Mr McKinley's nieces, and about a quarter of a mile from the house came to a natural mineral water hot spring, running into an enclosed bath-house. It was a little uncanny at first, out there in that weird region of boiling springs at night, and inside the bath-house, only dimly lighted by the lantern we had brought down with us, it was worse than in the moonlight. But Mrs Greendays had so far recovered her ordinary good health that she was actually less nervous than I, and so we soon forgot our temerity and thoroughly enjoyed our piping hot swim.
