"Lucky, lucky people!" The wind caught her red-brown hair and blew it out like a cloak behind her.

It was still damp, for she had been bathing, and when the wind had passed it settled again in long, gleaming ripples upon her shoulders.

She pushed it away from her face with an impatient hand.
"Cinders," she said, "if you don't come soon I shall go and find the Knight of the Magic Cave all by myself." But even this threat did not move the enthusiastic Cinders.

All that could be seen of him was a pair of sturdy hind-legs firmly planted amid a whirl of sand.

Quite plainly it was nothing to him what steps his young mistress might see fit to take to relieve her boredom.
"All right!" said Chris, springing to her feet with a flourish of her towel.