My! but Bobbie would have given anything to get hold of that long trailing sandy beard and give it a sharp tug or two.
But just holding his breath gave Bobbie enough to do.
Down—down—he fell—over and over—down and down. He caught one more sight of the wiggling ears when—Splash!
But to his surprise Bobbie did n't stop. He kept on going down, down through the soft green water. Away, 'way down he went, to the bottom of the deep sea.
“Well, anyway,” thought he, “I'm done with the Comet Expressman.”
He could see nothing but water, and more water, and he certainly felt wet clear through. Then, having reached the bottom, Bobbie had another surprise. He began going up again as fast as he had gone down, and in a moment found himself on the surface, being carried swiftly along by a great foaming wave that was rushing toward the sandy shore, and—
Bump!
There sat Bobbie in his garden at home!
No wonder he was wet. The bubble bowl was upset and Fluff, the poodle, was just disappearing behind the lilac bush. The soapy water made a nice, cold, soaky puddle.
A big, round, shining moon that made him think of the Comet Expressman seemed to be looking down and laughing at him.