The breeze died away, but with the strange perversity of summer breezes it gave a tiny last flicker which seemed especially for the benefit of Miss Parker.  "It was that small she caught it all in her umbrella!" said Possum, afterwards.  It took her ahead, while the two other leading boats were motionless; to the anguish of Polly, she floated slowly past them.  The smile of the runner who sees victory flickered about her mouth. "When I get me nose in front, they don’t often see more than me heels again," was her reflection.