"Do you know," she says, as we were crossing the Harlem River, "I was
walking over this bridge one time and suddenly a man ran up, seized me,
and before I could cry out, hurled me over the rail."
"Can you swim?" says I.
"No," says she.
"Then how were you saved?"
"Well, you see, I walked ashore."
"Walked ashore," says I. "How could you walk ashore?"
"Well, I had rubber boots on."