“Sure enough, that’s the lake!” Jessie exclaimed, after a long look. “Well, that’s some comfort,” was her conclusion. Ralph stood up on the seat between us and looked, too:
“Me wants a dwink!” he cried, after making quite sure that the white shimmer in the distance was that of water.
Jessie slid off the seat and got hold of the water-jug and tin-cup, then she tried to fill the cup, but the result was disastrous.
“You’ll have to stop the horses, Leslie, I shall spill every drop of water at this rate.”
As the wagon came to a standstill, and while Ralph was drinking, Guard suddenly appeared from his place underneath the wagon—he had thus far declined all invitations to ride—and putting his fore feet on the front hub, looked up, whining beseechingly:
“Dard wants some water, too,” Ralph said.
“He’s got to have it, then,” I declared, and climbed quickly out of the wagon.
“I hope you don’t intend to let him drink out of the cup!” Jessie exclaimed.
“No; hand me the jug, and I’ll pour the water into his mouth.”