THE PARKS 105 



they rush pell-mell back from the pursuing rollers. 

 It is quite like a bit of the seashore. 



All Chicago might enjoy such a beach for 

 miles. Alas! for a city that sells her birthright 

 for a mess of pottage. 



Not until we are both really cold, and that is 

 what we presently shall be, even in August, do 

 we leave the lake and go in search of Mother 

 and the big boy, who are on the golf links. Daisy 

 and I do not play, so we add ourselves to the row 

 of onlookers, to be entertained quite as much by 

 their comments as by the sight of the gay golfers 

 moving over the perfect sward. 



Jackson Park has a character totally different 

 from other parks. Unless it is Sunday or a 

 holiday (when you, gentle reader, should on no 

 account be there) it is quite like a summer 

 resort; there is no crowd, but just people enough 

 are scattered about to prevent solitude and give a 

 comfortable sense of human fellowship. 



There is a wonderful quiet beauty in the la- 

 goons, with their long stretches of shadowy water 

 framed in green of willows undergrown with 

 shrubbery and wild flowers of many sorts and 

 seasons. One may wind in and out among the 

 islands for hours at a time, now enlivened by the 

 gay launches plying about with their merry loads, 



