'Say what.'
'Take my breath. But, yes! we'll be happy in our own way. We 're sea-birds. We 've said adieu to land. Not to one another. We shall be friends?'
'Always.'
'This is going to last?'
'Ever so long.'
They had a spell of steady swimming, companionship to inspirit it. Browny was allowed place a little foremost, and she guessed not wherefore, in her flattered emulation.
'I 'm bound for France.'
'Slew a point to the right: South-east by South. We shall hit Dunkerque.'
'I don't mean to be picked up by boats.'
'We'll decline.'