Presently the shore began to curve round to the right. About quarter of an hour later， after they had crossed a rocky ridge which ran out into a point， it made quite a sharp turn. Their backs were now to the part of the sea which had met them when they first came out of the wood， and now， looking ahead， they could see across the water another shore， thickly wooded like the one they were exploring.
“I wonder， is that an island or do we join on to it presently？” said Lucy.
“Don‘t know，” said Peter and they all plodded on in silence. The shore that they were walking on drew nearer and nearer to the opposite shore， and as they came round each promontory the children expected to find the place where the two joined. But in this they were disappointed. They came to some rocks which they had to climb and from the top they could see a fairway ahead and. “Oh， bother！” said Edmund， “it’s no good. We shan‘t be able to get to thoseother woods at all. We’re on an island！”
