“Of course I would!”
At last the lifeboat was put in its proper place, and then the steamer started off again.
The Bobbsey twins had plenty to talk about now, and so did the other passengers. It was not often they witnessed a rescue of that kind at sea, and Bert, who, like Freddie, had been hoping he might sight a shipwreck—that is, he wished it if no one would be drowned—was quite satisfied with the excitement of the sharks.
“Only I wish they could have brought one over closer, so we could have seen how big it was,” he said.
“I don’t,” remarked Nan. “I don’t like sharks.”
“Not even when they’re dead and can’t hurt you?” asked Bert.
“Not even any time,” Nan said. “I don’t like sharks.”
“Neither do I,” said Flossie.
“Well, I’d like to see one if daddy would take hold of my hand,” put in Freddie. “Then I wouldn’t be afraid.”
“Maybe there’ll be sharks when we get to Cousin Jasper’s house,” said Flossie.