One would have thought it the most natural place in the world for them to meet.
“Oh, Nan,” he faltered; and could get no further.
“Jim, take me home,” she begged, her bravery and nonchalance quickly dispelled by the sight of his deep distress.
“Can you slide down into the boat?”
“I think so.”
“Steady yourself with this,” holding up one oar and keeping the boat in place with the other.
She succeeded in slipping down the rocks and into the dory, and Jim started to head for the shore. Neither said a word, until Nancy began to wring the water out of her skirt.
“Nan, you’re soaked. Take this,” said Jim, pulling off his sweater quickly.
“I won’t! You’ll catch your death of cold without it.”
“I’m exercising. Put it on!”