“I’m sure you did!” grinned Wally.
“And he said, ‘If a kid like you can keep out of holes, I guess I can!’”
“I’m sure he did!” said Wally.
“Yes. So he set off. Now I had been over that flat so often in dry weather that I knew every bit of it. But Jim didn’t. He went off as hard as he could, and got on very well for a little bit—”
“Am I telling this yarn, or are you?” inquired Jim, laughing.
“This is the part that is best for me to tell,” said Norah solemnly. “Then he turned suddenly, so suddenly I hadn’t time to do more than yell a warning, which he didn’t hear—and the next minute the side wheels of the pram went over the edge of a hole, and the thing turned upside down upon poor old Jimmy!”
“How lovely!” said Wally, kicking with delight. “Well, and what happened?”
“Oh, Jim can tell you now,” laughed Norah. “I wasn’t under the water!”
“I was!” said Jim. “The blessed old pram turned clean over and cast me bodily into a hole. That was all I knew—until I tried to get out, and found the pram had come, too, and was right on top of me—and do you think I could move that blessed thing?”
“Well?”