Mrs. H. Well, and what happened further?
Pet. Why, you see, his dear little Excellency would see the bridge, that father built out of the old summer house; and the streamers, and the boat, and all that.—I only turned my head round for a moment, to look after a magpie—crush! down went the bridge, with his little Excellency; and oh, how I was scared to see him carried down the river!
Bar. And you drew him out again directly?
Pet. No, I didn't.
Mrs. H. No; your father did?
Pet. No, he didn't.
Mrs. H. Why you did not leave him in the water?
Pet. Yes, we did!—But we bawled as loud as we could; you might have heard us down to the village.
Mrs. H. Ay—and so the people came immediately to his assistance.
Pet. No, they didn't: but the Stranger came, that lives yonder, close to old Toby, and never speaks a syllable. Odsbodlikins! what a devil of a fellow it is! With a single spring bounces he slap into the torrent; sails and dives about and about like a duck; gets me hold of the little angel's hair, and, Heaven bless him! pulls him safe and sound to dry land again.—Ha! ha! ha!