“There will be coast-guardsmen.”
“What are they like?”
“They are great big men—and they have beards—and they look through telescopes—and they never tell you what they see.”
“Not if you asked them very nicely, wouldn’t they?”
“No, not even then.”
“P’r’aps they don’t see anything.”
“I believe you have lighted on a great truth.”
“What’s that?”
“What’s what?”
“What you said.”