"I'd tell him what I think of him."
"You sure would."
"I never felt so helpless in my life. All I'm doing is getting sunburned. I'll be a fright."
"If it's freckles you're worrying about, he likes 'em."
"Oh, don't talk about them." She had a sudden craving for a mirror. But beyond that boyish bathing suit and the scarlet rubber cap, Mary did not even possess so much as a hairpin. She would have given a million dollars for a kimono and a vanity bag.
"At a rough guess," mused Pete, "I'd say we're the first persons who were ever shipwrecked on a society coast. Didn't you ever feel a yearning to be marooned?"
"Never—and I never will, after this."
"Well, we're better off than a lot of castaways. We're not on an island. We can walk home, if it comes to that."
"Walk! Dressed like this?"
"Swim, then."