“O!!” yellup Eclaire looping beside Stanhope and looking less engaged than usual. “Drowning would be painless after this.”
“If you drowned I could save you,” dictate Stanhope looking very pale Yale.
“Any shipwreck would be welcome,” mone Oliver greenishly.
“Will nothing stop off your mulish fishing?” require Hon. Mrs. waking up from her death.
“Unless the boat sinks I shall stay remaining here until I catch 14,” he growell.
That ocean now look entirely double to me and I could feel my courage rolling around inside my lung.
“If the boat sink I be much obliged!” gaggle all together like chorus-girls in hospital.
“I know how!” I holla with suddenness of intelligence. “By preparing to swim you shall snub those 14 codfish!”
Thusly exclamming, I lept uply & grabb hammer where it layed sleeping beside lunch. With nimble ankles peculiar to heroes I jump to bung-plug in central middle of that boat. Whacks! Uply sprung plug quite corkishly and next came huj sprout of salt Atlantic approaching inside like giganterous fountain.
“Brainless species of mice!” reproach Hon. Mr. while attempting to brush out ocean with heel. Yet already Hon. Boat resemble bath-tub where all set in lake. Alarming wakefulness from seasickness was next to arrive and—before I could acknowledge—each person make flop-splash to water including me who was there amidst swimming while Hon. Boat turn over on his nose and float up-down.