"Do you know how pretty you are?"
"You think that I am pretty because you—like me."
"I think it because I—love you."
The echo of their light laughter went trailing after them as the song of a lark trails through the blue.
Softly, at last, Justin brought his shining ship down to the surface of a little bay.
Two men at work on the beach came out in a dory in answer to his call.
They were eager and curious, and glad to tow the queer craft into shallow water, to make it fast, and to watch it for a time.
"We will walk about for a bit," Justin said to Bettina, "and go back at sunset."
Bettina demurred. "It's really late now," she said, with her eyes on the eastern horizon, where the first gray haze of twilight was beginning to gather.
"Look the other way. There's all the gold of the west, and it won't be dark for hours."