When the girl did not answer he turned and found her staring.

She seemed a little dazed.
"I'm thinking," said Joan, her eyes round and grave with astonishment, "how you seem always to have been here." He laughed, his color high.

His face, Joan thought, was much too young and vivid for anybody's father.

Their eyes met in new and difficult readjustment and Kenny, his heart turbulent, turned back to the punt.
It was in his mind gallantly to scull the thing across.

The announcement brought Joan to the edge of the water in a panic.
"You'd scull us both into a rock!" she exclaimed.