"It's glorious!" shouted Joan. "I want to hit it back!"
Elizabeth battled her way towards an overhanging rock. "Sit here," she motioned; the rock sheltered them, and now they could hear themselves speak.
"This is hateful," said Milly. "When I'm famous I shall never do this sort of thing."
"Oh, Miss Rodney," exclaimed Joan, "look at that sail!"
"I have been looking at it ever since we sat down—I think I should like to be under it."
"Yes, going, going, going, you don't know and you don't care where—just anywhere, so long as it isn't here."
"Already?" Elizabeth murmured.
"Already what?"
"Nothing. Did I say already?"
"Yes."