When I had listened to the water for a long time, I got up and looked out.

There was a boat over there, in the full light of the moon; a boat with a sail.' The child looked at him so steadfastly, and spoke so earnestly, that Mr Toots, feeling himself called upon to say something about this boat, said, 'Smugglers.' But with an impartial remembrance of there being two sides to every question, he added, 'or Preventive.' 'A boat with a sail,' repeated Paul, 'in the full light of the moon.

The sail like an arm, all silver.

It went away into the distance, and what do you think it seemed to do as it moved with the waves ?' 'Pitch,' said Mr Toots.
'It seemed to beckon,' said the child, 'to beckon me to come!--There she is! There she is!' Toots was almost beside himself with dismay at this sudden exclamation, after what had gone before, and cried 'Who ?' 'My sister Florence!' cried Paul, 'looking up here, and waving her hand.
She sees me--she sees me! Good-night, dear, good-night, good-night.' His quick transition to a state of unbounded pleasure, as he stood at his window, kissing and clapping his hands: and the way in which the light retreated from his features as she passed out of his view, and left a patient melancholy on the little face: were too remarkable wholly to escape even Toots's notice.

Their interview being interrupted at this moment by a visit from Mrs Pipchin, who usually brought her black skirts to bear upon Paul just before dusk, once or twice a week, Toots had no opportunity of improving the occasion: but it left so marked an impression on his mind that he twice returned, after having exchanged the usual salutations, to ask Mrs Pipchin how she did.