At this, there was a great sound of running and jumping, and I stepped to my young master's windows to find out whether all this noise had awakened him.
It had. He was sitting up in bed, a bewildered look on his face as if to say, "Where am I?"
When he caught sight of me he cried, "Oh! my Bonnie Prince Fetlar—then this is not a dream," and springing out of bed he ran to caress me.
Someone opened his door and flung a bathing suit in. "You said you hadn't one," remarked Champ and he withdrew his tousled head.
"My Prince," said Dallas, "do you suppose those crazy kids are going in the water this cold day?"
I looked up and down the veranda. The children were certainly coming out in bathing suits. I had been taught to pull clothes off boys, so I nipped the back of his pajama jacket in my teeth. The button-holes must have been large, for it came off at once, and he laughed and put on the woollen suit.
"Are you ready, Cousin?" yelled Cassowary. "If so, come."
"Yes," and young Dallas' teeth chattered. He stepped out to the veranda and there was Cassowary dancing up and down and looking more like a bird than ever in her tight fitting suit with its bobbing tail.
"Are you really going in the lake this chilly morning?" asked Dallas.
"Shut up," she said good naturedly. "Don't let the other kids hear you say it's cold. It's only because you're not used to it."