“,” saidPeter, “, 'dbettertakeoffourmail: we'regoingtobeprettywarmbeforewe'''dbettergetusafairwayouttoseatillwe'vepassedtheisland.”
Andsoonthegreen, woodedcoastoftheislandwasfallingawaybehindthem, anditslittlebaysandheadlandswerebeginningtolookflatter, , inthedistance, bluer, .
ItwasdelightfulforLucyandSusaninthebows, , mostlypure, palesandbutwithoccasionalpatchesofpurpleseaweed, couldbeseenbeneaththem.
“It'slikeoldtimes,” saidLucy.“DoyourememberourvoyagetoTerebinthia—andGalma—andSevenIsles—andtheLoneIslands?”
“Yes,” saidSusan, “andourgreatshiptheSplendourHyaline,withtheswan'sheadatherprowandthecarvedswan'swingscomingbackalmosttoherwaist?”
“Andthesilkensails, andthegreatsternlanterns?”
“Andthefeastsonthepoopandthemusicians.”
“Doyourememberwhenwehadthemusiciansupintheriggingplayingflutessothatitsoundedlikemusicoutofthesky?”
PresentlySusantookoverEdmund'—.
“Phew! Thisisprettygruellingwork,” saidPeter.
“Can'tIrowforabit?” saidLucy.
“Theoarsaretoobigforyou,” saidPetershortly, notbecausehewascrossbutbecausehehadnostrengthtosparefortalking.
