We portaged around the island end of the Neenah dam and met the customary shallows below the obstruction.
The Princess was once more at his side; he had clasped her arm to lead her securely in the wake of Neenah's electric lantern.
It was into Neenah channel that we came flying so gayly, before the wind.
Neenah, the youngest and prettiest of them all, had wafted kisses to the proud dames above.
In another instant he would have drawn her hand to his lips: Neenah came to a standstill and uttered a warning whisper.
