Once in, it was very pleasant after all—to be sometimes confronted by nothing but the dark green face of the next wavelet, sometimes lifted by the delicious swell to a swinging view of the widespread mainland. She reached the Ailouros finally, and Elspeth helped her to scramble into the cockpit where Garth was curled up in the sunshine. Jim did all sorts of exhibition dives, from double jackknives to back somersaults, while Joan, watching from a pleasantly hot seat, dripped and basked and began to feel gloriously refreshed. Jim presently took her diving in hand, and Joan almost regretted the end of the half-hour, when they all swam in together.
Jim, galloping up the pier with Garth, cried out:
"I wager we'll be ready before you are! And we'll want our lunch!"
A Letter from Elspeth Pemberly to Her Brother
Silver Shoal,
June 17th.
Dearest Brob:
