"You must believe," said she kindly, "that everything between us is just as it was when we used to sit on the shady bank and look out over the ripples of the river.

There will be waves instead of ripples for us to look over now, but there will be no change either the one way or the other." Then they shook hands fervently; more than that would have been unwarrantable.
The King and Queen dropped down the stream, and Master Newcombe stood sadly on the pier, while Kate Bonnet waved her handkerchief to him and to her friends.

Dame Charter sat and smiled at the town she was leaving and at the long stretches of the river before her.

She knew not to what future she was going, but her heart was uplifted at the thought that a new life was opening before her son.

In her little cottage and in her little fields there was no future for him, and now to what future might he not be sailing! As for Dickory, he knew no more of his future than the sea-birds knew what was going to happen to them; he cared no more for his future than the clouds cared whether they were moving east or west.