“From the sun,” I answered, “and from you.”
“From me!” she cried. “What have you learned from me, fisherman?”
“Some day I will tell you, governess,” I said.
“What day, fisherman?”
“When we dig for clams at dawn.”
“And when will that day be?”
“In more than one week, and less than two.”
“And why not any day, Adam,—when I will?”
“The tide, Eve. Even a woman must wait for the tide. See, it has made us late to-night.”
“Come, fisherman,” she said, “let us dig quickly, or it will be too late.”