But I saw no one.
"He's gone to the bottom!" I exclaimed.
"He didn't go very far then," said the boarder, "for it's not more than two feet deep there." Just then our attention was attracted by a voice from the shore.
"Will you please let down the gang-plank ?" We looked ashore, and there stood Pomona, dripping from every pore.
We spoke no words, but lowered the gangplank.
She came aboard.
"Good night!" said the boarder, and he went to bed.
"Pomona!" said I, "what have you been doing ?" "I was a lookin' at the moon, sir, when pop! the chair bounced, and out I went." "You shouldn't do that," I said, sternly.
"Some day you'll be drowned.

Take off your wet things and go to bed." "Yes, sma'am--sir, I mean," said she, as she went down-stairs.
When I reached my room I lighted the lamp, and found Euphemia still under the bed.
"Is it all right ?" she asked.
"Yes," I answered.

"There was no burglar.

Pomona fell out of the window." "Did you get her a plaster ?" asked Euphemia, drowsily.
"No, she did not need one.

She's all right now.