"My dear, your opinion was neither asked for nor wanted," was the reply. And Dorothy struggled from the rug, and hastened to call her uncle, who was talking to a gentleman.
"Uncle Crannie, do come and move our seat; there are some very rude ladies who hate Nino."
But Canon Percival was busy talking, and did not immediately listen to Dorothy. Nino had toddled off to inspect the boat, and by some means, how no one could quite tell, had slipped over the side of the steamer, and was engulfed in the seething waves below. Irene saw what had happened, and cried out,—
"Oh! Nino has fallen through that open place. Nino will be drowned."
Then poor little Dorothy, turning, saw Irene rushing to the place, and called aloud,—
"Nino, Nino will be drowned! Nino, Nino, my Nino! will nobody save him? Oh, Uncle Crannie, Uncle Crannie, save him!"