“I wonder if I could make Mr. Delight swim,” thought Betsey. She bent out his tiny arms and lowered him into the water and tried to make him strike out. But she forgot that she had very carelessly left Mrs. Darling standing in the water, and Mr. Delight was so very awkward and made such a huge wave, that the water in the small ocean struck her full in the face and over she went.
“O her hair! her hair!” cried Betsey in distress, plunging her hand in after the poor little lady. She hastily dried her in a big towel, and took off the little silk cap to see what damage was done. “It isn’t so bad,” she decided, feeling of the yellow braid. “The silk made very good rubber. Now Mr. Darling can go in.”
And she plunged him in all over. The other dolls were greatly surprised. “We didn’t know you had caught a fish,” they said.
“Go and look in my fish basket,” said Mr. Darling.
And when they looked in the basket they found two tiny paper blue-fish that Betsey had secretly cut out and hidden there.
“We must take them to Dinah to cook. I am starved,” said Mrs. Delight, climbing out.
Betsey had just about time enough to get the family dry and dressed when Dinah called them to dinner. “It will be all right if Mrs. Darling’s hair is down to dry,” decided Betsey. “Cousin Margaret has to dry hers.” And she set them around the table.
“I didn’t know blue-fish grew here,” said Mrs. Delight.
“Pshaw! Don’t let him fool you, honey,” said Dinah scornfully. “I seed him out on de wharf wid de fish man when you-all was busy in de water.”
“He didn’t catch them at all, then,” said Mrs. Delight.