But Chris would not for a moment consider this proposition, and he was too shaken by his recent fall to feel assured of success if he persisted.
Moreover, he seriously doubted if any boat could be brought within reach of her while the tide remained high.
Plainly his only course was to follow her lead and make the best of things.

If she managed to extract any enjoyment from a most difficult situation, so much the better.

He could but do his utmost to encourage this enviable frame of mind.
Chris, munching cheerfully in the twilight, had evidently quite forgotten her woes.

They went down the passage later as far as the bend, and looked at the seething water, all green in the evening light, that held them captive.
"I wish it wasn't going to be quite dark," she said when they returned.
"But if we hold hands and talk I shan't mind.

That was a lovely cake of yours, Bertie, I shall never forget it." They found a ledge to sit on, Chris with her feet curled up; and Cinders, grown sleepy after a generous meal, pressed against her.