"Take off yours," growled William, "an' find things for yourself."
"No," said Thomas, "crockerdiles might be there an' bite my toes. An pittanopotamuses might be there. If you don't go in, I'll scream an' scream an' scream."
William went in.
He walked gingerly about the muddy pond. Thomas watched him critically from the bank.
"I don't like your hair," he said confidingly.
William growled.
He caught various small swimming objects in the tin, and brought them to the bank for inspection.
"I want more'n that," said Thomas calmly.
"Well, you won't get it," retorted William.
He began to put on his boots and stockings, wondering desperately how to rid himself of his unwanted companion. But Fate solved the problem. With a loud cry a woman came running down the path.