When Guillaume finished his story, the sun was just rising. Tate, who had listened spellbound, exclaimed "What a tale, and a fortunate mishap! And very well told, too. I have enjoyed seeing you again, Guillaume - do come visit us in Bric-à-Brac soon. Now I must make my way back to the river and the Margot before the captain departs."
"Farewell, Cousin Tate," said Guillaume, "And do give my regards to Pierre and Jacqueline when you get home." Tate promised that she would, and headed up the hill toward the road.
The Margot was tied up in the same place, but there was no sign of the captain. Tate jumped aboard, curled up on a navy blue sweater left on one of the benches, and fell fast asleep. She didn't wake up when when the captain emerged from down below, started the engine, and pulled the Margot away from the dock.