"Faithfully."
"Thank you. I know you always keep your promises," said Muriel.
She did not speak again for a long time, but sat holding Patty's hand tightly, and gazing under a horrible fascination at the green, foam-flecked water that was creeping so stealthily nearer to them. How cold it looked, and how cruel! How easily it could swirl away their light weights, and dash them against those jagged points opposite, or sweep them out into the midst of those long waves, the white crests of which were just dimly visible through the wall of fog! Inch by inch it rose; it was only a foot now from the top of the rock, far above the line which they had supposed was high-water mark.
"I think we had better both take off our tennis shoes," said Patty. "If we're obliged to swim, you could perhaps manage to float, and I could pull you along."
"Patty, aren't you terribly afraid?"
"No, not very. Not so much as I thought I should be."
There was silence for a few minutes, and then Muriel said:
"I can't think how it is you're not afraid."
"Because God can take care of us here as well as anywhere else," answered Patty, quietly.
"Do you really think He will?"