"I'll take you home right away!" Bunny promised. "But wasn't the dog good to pull you out?"
The dog shook the water from himself, and wagged his tail harder than ever. He jumped about, barking, and then, with his big red tongue, he licked first Sue's face, and then Bunny's.
Sue was much better now. She could sit up, and, as the river water was not salty, as is the water of the ocean, what she had swallowed of it did not hurt her.
"I guess the dog will lick all the Friday-mud off my face," she said, smiling at Bunny through her tears.
"The mud's all off anyhow," said her brother. "Falling in the river washed you clean."
"But it got my dress all wet. I don't care, it's an old one."
"That's good," said her brother. "Now we'll go home. Maybe you will be all dry when we get there," he added hopefully, "and your dress won't show any wet at all."
"But I'll have to tell mother I fell in."
"Oh, of course!"
"But it was a—a accident," Sue said, speaking the big word slowly. "Now take me home, Bunny. I don't want to play Friday any more, and I'm hungry."