Another little anacrusis of my own

Part Two:

Wertle crawls back out of the same green pipe and skips over to the riverside. She waves down Siddhartha with her claw.

“Look, look, I made it a bit further, didn’t I? I remembered an important thing!”

Siddhartha smiles, “Yes you did, but you used the whistle again, didn’t you?”

Wertle tries to hide the device behind her back, a little embarrassed, “So…it’s not my turn to be the ferryman, is it?”

Siddhartha shakes his head, “You haven’t lost everything yet.”

“Yes…I know.”

“I know you know.”

Wertle climbs back into the pipe and disappears a third time.