It was delightful for Lucy and Susan in the bows， bending over the edge and trying to get their hands in the sea which they could never quite reach. The bottom， mostly pure， pale sand but with occasional patches of purple seaweed， could be seen beneath them.
“It’s like old times，” said Lucy. “Do you remember our voyage to Terebinthia.and Galma.and Seven Isles.and the Lone Islands？”
“Yes，” said Susan， “and our great ship the Splendour Hyaline， with the swan‘s head at her prow and the carved swan’s wings coming back almost to her waist？”
“And the silken sails， and the great stern lanterns？” “And the feasts on the poop and the musicians.”
“Do you remember when we had the musicians up in the rigging playing flutes so that it sounded like music out of the sky？”
Presently Susan took over Edmund‘s oar and he came forward to join Lucy. They had passed the island now and stood closer in to the shore.all wooded and deserted. They would have thought it very pretty if they had not remembered the time when it was open and breezy and full of merry friends.
“Phew！ This is pretty gruelling work，” said Peter. “Can’t I row for a bit？” said Lucy.
