They all moved up to the farm, Charlotte behaving most strangely, even striking her mother and crying: "Let me go! Let me go! I don't want to be clean! I'm frightened! I'm frightened!" Jeremy hung behind the others.

At the bottom of the little lane he stood and waited.

Was there a figure coming up through the dusk?
Did someone pass him?
Why did he suddenly feel no longer afraid, but only reassured and with the strangest certainty that the lane, the beach, the field belonged to him now?
He would come there and live when he grew up.

He would come often.

Had the Scarlet Admiral passed him?
If not the Scarlet Admiral, then the other.
The sea picnic had, after all, been not quite a misfortune.
Jeremy had been made free of the land.
And Charlotte?
Charlotte had been woken up, and never would go to sleep again..