"No, are you?"
The children were forgetting all about the right way to use words, which their mother had so often told them, but as they were excited, and a little frightened, perhaps we must excuse them this time.
"I—I just sort of—of bumped myself, Flossie," said Freddie. "Are you all right? And where are you?"
"I'm right here," replied the little girl, "but I can't see you. I—I——It's awful dark, Freddie!"
"I can see a little light now," Freddie went on. "Let's get up and see if we can crawl back. My legs are all right."
"So's mine, Freddie. I guess I can——" and then Flossie suddenly stopped and gave a scream.
"What's the matter?" asked Freddie, and the little boy's voice was not quite steady.
"I—I touched something!" gasped his sister. "It was something soft and fuzzy."
"Oh, was that you?" asked Freddie, and his voice did not sound so frightened now. "Well, that was my head you touched. I—I thought maybe it was something—something after me. I didn't know you were so close to me, Flossie."
"I didn't either. But I'm glad I touched you. Where's your hand. I'm sort of stuck in this sand and I can't get up."