"Yes, I remember that too," he said. "Now do come out of the water and go put on dry overalls."
"Dallas thought he knew canoes, but he didn't," she said as she accepted her father's hand and climbed meekly out of the lake. Then she added, "And Mother calls these frilly ankled things 'overettes,' not 'overalls.'"
I heard a sound of sly laughter in my ears as I stood shaking myself and looking round saw Sideways the cat.
"Girls are queer," she said. "Cassowary is jealous of the new boy. She has snubbed her father and praised her mother who does not pet the lad."
"You mind your own affairs," I said crossly. "There are too many animals and humans watching my young master."
As if he heard me Mr. Devering turned round. "You water-monkey," he said to me. "Champ, take him up to pony stall number 8 and dry and blanket him, and above all tie him."
Then he went on helping my young master walk slowly to the house.
So I was led away to my pony stall and Dallas was put in his room stall and kept there for some hours.
"Dad! Dad!" howled the younger children who were not at all impressed by this accident, "aren't we going to see Bolshy?"