"Not a wink. I heard you go out."
"And I was pluming myself on not having made a sound."
While she was making cakes he busied himself making a pen out of a quill he had picked up on the beach, and she smiled when she saw what he was at.
"And the ink?" she asked.
"I've got it all ready. I always carry some with me in case of need," at which she knitted her brows prettily and looked puzzled.
After breakfast she said, "Now you must leave me for a couple of hours. I am going to thank the waves for their good wishes and then I shall go to the fresh-water pool."
"You will be very careful.. You won't get yourself drowned."
"I will be very careful. And you!"
"I will go across to the spit. But when we are wed——"
"Yes—then!" she nodded rosily, and he kissed her and went off past the fresh-water pools, and splashed through the narrows that joined their lake to the smaller one, and so to the shore and into the sea, for the last time alone.