"I can't swim—can you?" he asked.
Beth shook her head.
"What is to be done?" he exclaimed.
"There is nothing to be done, I think," she answered quietly. "We may see a boat, but hardly anybody ever comes along the cliffs. We might shout, though."
They did so until they were hoarse, but there was no response, and the tide came creeping up over the sand.
"How calm it is!" Beth observed.
He looked at her curiously. "I don't believe you're a bit afraid," he said. "I'm in a desperate funk."
"I don't believe we're going to be drowned, and I always know what's coming," she answered. Then after a little she asked him his name.
"Alfred," he answered; "and yours?"