However, there they were, and when I took them all into my boat you never saw such miserable little creatures as the two little girls were.

They were wet through, they were as white as little ghosts, and when they were safe in my boat they began to cry and shake so, poor little souls, though their father and I wrapped them up in our coats, that I did want their mother to come and comfort them." "Oh, but, father, you took them safe home to their mother, didn't you?
And do tell me what she said." "They had no mother, Milly, they had only their father, who was with them.

But he was very good to them, and I think on the whole they were happy little girls.

The Christmas after that I got a little parcel one morning, and what do you think was in it?
Why, two photographs of the same little girls, looking so neat and tidy and happy, I could hardly believe they were really the same as the little drowned rats I had pulled out of the water.

Ask mother to show you the pictures when we get home; she has them somewhere.