She looked at the foot, too, being a woman, and this being the man above all others to her, and then she laughed out joyously and frankly.
"I don't believe any one but you would have done that, Grant.

And what a foot you have!" He replied, with much pomposity, that it was the far-famed Arabian foot, the instep of which arched so beautifully that water could flow beneath it without wetting the skin.

Just at present, though, he thought a little water might run over it to advantage, instead of under, the sand being a trifle mucky.

And why would no one else have done such a thing?
And he was glad she liked his foot; in fact, he was glad she liked anything about him, and rather wondered that she did, and the world had become to him a good place to live in.
All of which was but the sentimentalism which appertains to a man and a woman in love with each other, but the drift of thought continued in the direction suggested by his action and her comment.

They looked at the lake, with its shifting coloring of green and blue and purple, and he told her how, some day, he would teach her to swim like a Sandwich Island beauty, and she said she would like to learn.