She rose and put the child's things a little to rights, and then, as it was not raining, told him to run outside while she went through the form of dressing by taking off such garments as she had, shaking them, and putting them on again.

She was slowly going through this process, and wondering how long it would be before her shoulders ceased to smart from the effects of the tattooing, when Dick came running in without going through the formality of knocking.
"Oh, Auntie! Auntie!" he sang out in high glee, "here's a big ship coming sailing along.

Is it Mummy and Daddie coming to fetch Dick ?" Augusta sank back faint with the sudden revulsion of feeling.

If there was a ship, they were saved--snatched from the very jaws of death.

But perhaps it was the child's fancy.