“I don’t know.”
“How long can you swim?”
“A long time. How long can you?”
“A long time. But in this water?”
“I don’t know. Boo! It’s cold. Let’s swim.”
“Where to?”
“I don’t know.”
At that moment, as if in answer to an unuttered prayer, a strange thing happened. A golden light shone across the water. A golden disk appeared on the horizon.
“The moon! Thank—thank God!” Tillie’s tone was reverent.
“The moon, yes,” said Florence. “It usually rises.”