DROP BY DROP

When there were no motorboats she now swam with the bear, swam for hours, splashing and finishing him pretty stones which he accepted gravely and held to his short-sighted eyes. On the shore, he tossed her pinecones. In the boathouse, she found a ball. They sat with their legs splayed on the grass and rolled it between them, gravely, hour after hour. (Bear, Chap. XIX, p. 101)