“Help me out! Help me out! Me, too! Me, too!” came again from the pond.
“Yes, good Master, yes,” screamed Mr. Leghorn, “we’ll help you. But what shall we do?”
“Bring a rope! A rope!” came the answer.
“A rope, a rope!” cried Mr. Leghorn. “O, where shall we find one?”
“Just beyond! Just beyond!”
Mr. Leghorn ran wildly along the bank with Mrs. Leghorn following close on his heels. They looked to the right, and they looked to the left; they looked up, and they looked down; but no rope could they see.
“Hurry up! Hurry up!” came from the water.
“O dear, O dear!” cried Mrs. Leghorn.