By this time Ransey was undressed.
"Hoop!" he cried, "here goes," and in he dived.
"Wowff!" cried Bob, "here's for after," and in _he_ sprang next.
"Kaik--kaik!" shrieked the crane, and followed his leader, but he
speedily got out again. The water was deep, and as a swimmer the
Admiral was somewhat of a failure.
But the barque was raised all and whole, and after a good swim Ransey
and Bob returned to the bank. Bob shook himself, making little rainbows
all round him, and the boy rolled in the moss till he was dry, but
stained rather green.
Then he dressed himself, and looked at his watch--that is, he looked at
the sun.
"Why, Bob," he cried, "it is time to go back to Babs."
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It was such a lovely forenoon that day that the elderly Miss Scragley
thought a walk in the woods and wilds--as she phrased it--would do her
good. So she took her little six-year-old niece Eedie with her, and
started.
The butler wanted to know if he would send a groom with her. But she
declined the service.
"It is ever so much better," she told Eedie, "going all alone and
enjoying things, than having a dressed-up doll of a flunkey dawdling
behind you carrying wraps."