Do you remember how we sat and watched the baby gulls
coming out, Nance?"
"Yes," nodded Nance. "And you nearly got your fingers bitten off by a
puffin when you felt in its hole."
"Ma de, yes! They do bite."
"What do you call the rock?" asked Gard, nodding across at it.
"L'Etat," said Nance. "Mr. Cachemaille once told me that it had most
likely at one time been joined on to Little Sark by a Coupee, just the
same as Little Sark is joined to Sark. That's the Coupee, that shelf
under water where the tide runs so fast. Some day, he said, perhaps our
Coupee will go and we'll be an island just as L'Etat is."
"It won't be this week," said Bernel philosophically.
"It looks like the top of a high mountain just sticking up out of the
water," said Gard, fascinated by the ceaseless rush of those monstrous
waves in an otherwise calm sea.
"I suppose that is what it is," said Nance. "It's far worse at the other
end. You can't see it from here. No matter how smooth the sea is it
seems to tumble down over some cliff under water and then come shooting
up again, and it throws itself at the rocks and sends the spray up into
the sky.
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