“No, I don’t,” Arthur admitted.
“I do,” said Harold with a slight accent of superiority, “but you don’t row a canoe. You row a boat and you paddle a canoe.”
“Does it take long to learn?” Dicky asked with great interest.
“No, and it’s as easy as pie when you get the hang of it, but you fall overboard a hundred times before you do that.”
“I can’t swim,” Dicky said disconsolately.
“Never mind, Dicky,” Maida comforted him, “you’ll soon learn. Can you swim Rosie?”
“Yes. I’ll teach you Dicky. You begin first with water wings and then—”
In the meantime, following Maida’s lead, they were moving north.
“Hi!” Arthur remonstrated. “The way to the Pond—I mean the Magic Mirror—is over in that direction.”