‘In the language of the great Mr. Toots,’ said Charles ‘I am afraid you got very wet.’
‘Were you the worse for it?’ said Amy.
‘Not in the least. I was so glad to hear it was Holt’s! for you must know that I had behaved very ill to Farmer Holt. I had been very angry at his beating our old hound, for, as he thought, worrying his sheep; not that Dart ever did, though.
‘And was the ram saved?’
‘Yes, and next time I saw it, it nearly knocked me down.’
‘Would you do it again?’ said Philip.
‘I don’t know.’
‘I hope you had a medal from the Humane Society,’ said Charles.
‘That would have been more proper for Triton.’
‘Yours should have been an ovation,’ said Charles, cutting the o absurdly short, and looking at Philip.