“Were you!” said Dexter, with wide open eyes.
“Yes; weren’t you?”
“No,” said Dexter; “there wasn’t anything to be frightened about then. But I’m frightened now.”
“Indeed! What, now the danger is past?”
“No, not about that.”
“What then, Dexter?”
“Look at my new cap.”
He held up his drenched head-covering, all wet, muddy at the bottom, and out of shape.
“’Tain’t so bad as his chimney-pot hat, but it’s awful, ain’t it? What will he say?”
“Papa? Only that you behaved exceedingly well, Dexter. He will be very pleased.”