Good-night.

And good luck! You will excuse my not being down to breakfast.' And the next morning, dewy-early, Philip and Lucy and the parrot went aboard the yacht and loosed her from her moorings, and Lucy showed Philip how to steer, and the parrot sat on the mast and called out instructions.
They made for the mouth of a river.

('I never built a river,' said Philip.

'No,' said the parrot, 'it came out of the poetry book.') And when they were hungry they let down the anchor and went into the cabin for breakfast.

And two people sprang to meet them, almost knocking Lucy down with the violence of their welcome.