"I daresay they are not worth it, and I couldn't pay if they were." Her eyes dwelt approvingly upon him as, with sleeves rolled above his elbows, he began to pull at the oars.

He was certainly very handsome.

She wondered that she had not noticed it before.
"Mademoiselle will not swim so far again all alone ?" he suggested gently, after a few steady strokes.
She looked at him frowningly.

There was no faintest tinge of dignity about her, only the careless effrontery of childhood and the grace that is childhood's heritage.
"I am going to swim as far as the skyline some day," she announced lightly, "and look over the edge of the world." "_Mais, mademoiselle_--" She held up an imperious hand.

"That is one of the things you are not allowed to say.