“And does you see the branch of the willow tree?”
“Well, yes, Ralph; having eyes, I see both the lilies and the willow tree.”
“Could you make a great, great guess, father, about how deep the water is there?”
“Roughly speaking,” said Mr Durrant, “I should say the water in that part was from seven to eight feet deep.”
Ralph straightened himself and looked full up at his father.
“I isn’t eight feet high, is I?”
Mr Durrant laughed.
“You little man,” he said, “you are not four feet yet.”
“Then if I was to stand bolt upright in that water where the lilies grow, I’d be drownded dead as dead could be?”
“Were such a thing to happen, you would be.”