"Better stay with us and learn to scoot," advised Flub Blub, seeing the smile on Dorothy's face.
"Ah what is more brave than a life on the wave!
No care and no trouble, life goes like a bubble!"
The Scooter waved his arm jovially, as he recited the couplet.
"But what do you eat?" inquired Dorothy. She had been puzzling over this for some time.
"Water cress, water melons and fish," answered Flub Blub, without slackening his speed.
"Raw fish?" asked Dorothy, with a little gasp.
"Well, rawther," giggled another Scooter just behind them. "Raw fish make the sails grow. Stay in the water little girl and you'll soon have a fine pair of sails."
"That's right," added Flub Blub approvingly. Removing his bubble pipe he continued earnestly, "Fish will make your feet grow too. Eat fish, my dear, and grow a beautiful pair like mine!"
Dorothy looked down at the Scooter's long feet and shuddered. "That settles it," she whispered, with a little shiver. "I'll never eat fish!"