Whether the sea had been curious about the ark no one knows, no one will ever know.

At any rate the sea had risen up and swept away from the beach every trace of the castle, the huts and the folk who had lived there.
A bright parrot, with a streamer of motor veiling hanging to one claw, called suddenly from the clear air to the little blugraiwee.
'What's up ?' the parrot asked; 'where's everything got to ?' 'I don't know, I'm sure,' said the little blugraiwee; 'these human things are always coming and going.

Have some periwinkles?
They're very fine this morning after the storm,' it said..