"'I love it so much, this river.'
'I too,' said Quin. 'As a matter of fact I think I might go in for some bottle throwing on my own account. I shall go out tomorrow and buy a thousand lemonade bottles and put a note in each and every one and drop them from the bridge.'
'What will they say ,the notes? What will you put in them?'
He turned his head, surprised at her obtuseness. 'Your name, of course. What else?'"
The Morning Gift
by Eva Ibbotson