Terry; Or, She ought to have been a Boy

by Rosa M. Gilbert

Turly burst out laughing, but Terry turned very white as she realized what had happened.

"Turly, Turly, don't dance about like that, or you will upset the boat! We're going out to sea, and we can't get back again!" Turly looked around and saw that she was right, but did not like to confess so much.

"Of course we're going out to sea," he said, "but why shouldn't we come back again?"

"What's to bring us back?" said Terry. "We've no oars or sails, and if we had we're not big enough to use them."

"The tide is going out," said Turly, "and it's taking us. When it begins to come in it will bring us back."

"Oh, it won't come back for hours and hours! And how can we tell where we are going?"

Turly was quiet now, and came to sit with Terry in the bottom of the boat.

"It's the only way to keep it steady," said Terry. "Let us ask God to take care of us!"

"Of course He will; He walked on the sea. Aren't we silly not to have thought of that before?"