"You needn't blame me."
"I don't," she said.
After breakfast Alexander and Edward Webb set off together.
"Will you have a bathe?" the boy asked when they reached the Broad Beck pool.
"I should like it."
"Can you swim?"
"Yes—well, I can keep up."
"All right, then. Look how deep it is. Last summer it was shallower by four feet."
He stripped and dived, and Edward Webb, not to be outdone, followed him with a splash.
"Ah!" He came up bubbling. "How Theresa would like this. It's cold, distinctly cold, but it does one good, braces one. But I think I'll just get out on this rock for a while."