No doubt there's one soon after breakfast.' Their rambling, with talk in a strain of easy friendliness, brought them back to Seascale half an hour after sunset, which was of a kind that seemed to promise well for the morrow.
'Won't you come out again after supper ?' Barfoot asked.
'Not again to-night.' 'For a quarter of an hour,' he urged.

'Just down to the sea and back.' 'I have been walking all day.

I shall be glad to rest and read.' 'Very well.

To-morrow morning.' Having discovered the train which would take them to Ravenglass, and connect with one on the Eskdale line, they agreed to meet at the station.

Barfoot was to bring with him such refreshment as would be necessary.
Their hopes for the weather had complete fulfilment.