“You certainly mustn’t try and catch any of the fishes, Fidge, or you will be getting us all into trouble,” said Dick. And Fidge, overawed by the policeman fish, became quiet subdued, and contented himself with a quiet “Look! look!” when they passed anything particularly strange or interesting.
"The chair was floating just in front of them."
They had very nearly reached the bottom of the sea, when they noticed a singular-looking object floating some distance in front of them.
“It looks like a chair!” declared Marjorie. “Why, I believe,” she continued, as they drew nearer, “that it’s the very one the Dodo was floating upon when we saw him last.”
“So it is!” cried Dick; “and look, there’s a note on it—perhaps it’s for us.”
They swam towards it as quickly as they could, and had just reached the chair, as a curious-looking fish—with a very long nose, and wearing shoes on the end of his long tail, and a tall hat—swam past.
He looked at them inquisitively, and then stood a little way at the back of them, waiting till they should be disengaged.
“To all to whom it may concern,” read Dick, after he had picked up the note from off the chair. “I suppose that means us as much as any one.”