“But that was on a river, not a sea. A snag is an old tree or something that gets caught in the mud and is under the water,” corrected Harry.
“O!” said Kate, glad that Harry was blindfolded. “Well, we’ll have something else, then—a big storm, hills and mountains of running waves, awful thunder and lightning, and the ship gets struck by lightning—no, by a big wave, and tumbles all to pieces.”
“And the dolls all spill out and go floating off!” suggested Harry.
“How can you at such an awful time think of making fun?” asked Kate, “just as the ship had been struck by lightning, too!”
“Thunder—no, a big wave,” interposed Harry. “Don’t you remember ’twas a big wave that tumbled everything?”
“Yes,” said Kate reflectively, “and Captain Dobson—he’s captain, you know—stands on the last plank of the Snow (good captains always do that—the last plank of the ship, remember), and when the ship went down, the plank floated off with Captain Dobson on it. That’s all right, so far, isn’t it?” she added inquiringly.
“All right but the monkeys, you forgot and left them to go down with the ship,” said Harry. “Instead of that they went swimming off, each monkey with a doll in its arms, and two of them got on the same plank the Captain was on, and he——”
“No! no!” cried Kate, jumping up from her chair by the window, and in her eagerness sitting down on the bed, forgetting all about Harry’s feet. “You musn’t, musn’t say that.”
“Say what, pray?” and Harry tried to draw up his feet, but Kate held them fast, and did not even know where she was, or what she was doing.
“Why, you were going to make Captain Dobson push the poor monkeys off the plank, and—”