I think I'll go and sit on the rocks down there." "Would you like company or would you rather be alone ?" "If by company you mean yours I'd much rather have it than be alone," said Anne, smiling.

Then she sighed.

She had never before minded being alone.

Now she dreaded it.

When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.
"Here's a nice little spot where the wind can't get at you," said Captain Jim, when they reached the rocks.