He stood with his back to the tree, waiting.
"Come now," he called, opening his arms.
She let herself run.

He caught her, and together they stood watching the dark water scoop at the raw edge of the bank.

The parcel had sailed out of sight.
"It doesn't matter," she said.
He held her close and kissed her.

There was only room for their four feet.
"It's a swindle!" he said.

"But there's a rut where a man has been, so if we go on I guess we shall find the path again." The river slid and twined its great volume.