They began to go down the beach together.

"Really, it's a sin for you to wear clothes, my dear.
Somebody's got to tell you some day." The water was quite warm.

It was that marvellous transparent blue, flecked with silver, but the sand at the bottom looked gold; when you kicked with your toes there rose a little puff of gold-dust.

Now the waves just reached her breast.

Beryl stood, her arms outstretched, gazing out, and as each wave came she gave the slightest little jump, so that it seemed it was the wave which lifted her so gently.
"I believe in pretty girls having a good time," said Mrs.Harry Kember.
"Why not?
Don't you make a mistake, my dear.