"Yes," said Susie impatiently.
"Come here, Susie," he said again—"quick, I'm so wet!"
"Oh, bother," said Susie.
She turned slowly, still inspired by her own eloquence; and there, straight before her, as if they had walked out of the sunset, stood the twins, with black hair waving, and bare, wet legs.
"Come on!" they shouted breathlessly. "It's a perfectly heavenly afternoon for the rocks, but it's awfully late; you've kept us waiting an hour whilst your nurse simply clacked."
"All right," said Susie.
It was really all wrong, but she had forgotten her promises, her resolutions, her boasted courage. At the first demand of the enemy she laid down her weapons and surrendered the fort, and in another moment she too was flying bare-footed over the rocks, with Dick stumbling laboriously after her.
"Susie"—his shrill, faint voice pursued her—"Susie, my shoes is wet; come back!"
"Come on," cried Susie.
"My feet is tired. Susie, it's Dick."