"I'm sure I don't know whom I can get," she said.
"I suppose you can get the faithful Wally--anyone can get Wally."
"I thought you did not like Wally."
"I?" said Durland, as if it were far beneath him ever to have been aware of Wally's existence; and without any further answer he got up and walked into the Atlantic so suddenly that Miss Temple, scrambling as rapidly as possible to her feet, was several yards behind him as he dived into his first wave.
"Isn't she pretty?" said Antonia. "She's been his best girl for two summers."
"I don't think he's very nice to her," said Pearl.
"Well," said Antonia, giving one of her little shakes of the head, "it would seem wonderful to me if Durlie spoke to me at all. However, it may be over. Like what Shakespeare says--one foot on land. Next time I have a chance I'll look and see if her picture is still in the back of his watch."
Presently they were back in the same order--Durland first, and Miss Temple following. He sat dripping, and taking a cigarette from a package he had left on the sand, he began groping for a match.