June Bowl became for the girls, looking,
one by one through the large microscope
over the boat's side, a "vasty deep" in
which leviathans played--fairy fish--seeing
everything rose-color, painting themselves
to ecstasy with the joys of mating,
the joy of June.

"See--see they're not all red--or
partly so--s-such a lovely pinky-red, especially
around the fins and head--that's
where they keep their pigment," said
Tanpa. "Some have colored themselves
like goldfish; others are greenish--or lighter
yellow."

"Ha! While others, again, are gotten
up as if for a minstrel show for their marriage
-painted black, for the time being!"
laughed her husband, the tall Scout Officer.

"Yes. That's why we like, girls and
boys, to come down to our camp early in
the season--if only at intervals--because
we watch the summer coming and can study
the wonderful lake life as at no other time,"
remarked the Guardian again, and then
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