Hollo!--here's my hook gone,--broken off, float and all.

Where's that basket, Sam ?" "It's below, sir." "Below?
where?
just fetch it here, will you?
_This_ misfortune can be mended." Sam moved off, dripping from every inch of him.

"O Preston," said Daisy, "he's all wet as he can be--do let him go right down to that house and dry himself! We can get the basket." "Do him good to move about," said Preston.

"Nonsense, Daisy!--a ducking like that won't do anybody any harm in a summer's day." "I don't think _you'd_ like it," said Daisy; "and all his clothes are full of water, and the sun don't come down here.

Tell him to go and get dry!" "I will, as soon as I've done with him.