SIMON. Rather.
MARY ROSE. But you can tie up marmalade. Why don’t you scream with happiness? One of us has got to scream.
SIMON. Then I know which one it will be. Scream away, it will give Cameron the jumps.
(CAMERON draws in.)
There you are, Cameron. We are still safe, you see. You can count us—two.
CAMERON. I am ferry glad.
SIMON. Here you are. (Handing him the luncheon basket.) You needn’t tie the boat up. Stay there and I’ll stamp out the fire myself.
CAMERON. As Mr. Blake pleases.
SIMON. Ready, Mary Rose?
MARY ROSE. I must say good-bye to my island first. Good-bye, old mossy seat, nice rowan. Good-bye, little island that likes too much to be visited. Perhaps I shall come back when I am an old lady with wrinkles, and you won’t know your Mary Rose.