Shehesitatedforamomentandthenassented。Theyleftthecarandwalkedalongthelittletrack，borderedwithwhiteposts，whichledontotheridge。Totheirrightwasthevillage，separatedfromthemonlybyonelevelstretchofmeadowland；inthebackground，thehall。Theyturnedalongtheraiseddikejustinsidethepebblybeach，andsheshowedhercompanionthenarrowwaterwayuptothevillage。Atitsentrancewasatallironupright，withaladderattachedandagreatlampatthetop。
“Thatistoshowthemthewayinatnight，isn’tit？“heasked。
Shenodded。
“Yes，“shetoldhim。“Mr。Fentolinhaditplacedthere。Andyet，“
shewenton，“curiouslyenough，sinceitwaserected，therehavebeenmorewrecksthanever。“