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I wath too buthy trying to keep from filling up with thalt water. Did you ever drink any of that water, Mith Livingthton?" "Hardly." "Then take the advice of a fithh, and don't." All hands were called to supper, thus putting an end to the conversation, which had been heartily enjoyed by Mrs. Livingston. Tommy always was a source of amusement to her.
"Yeth, when I find out what ith going on out here. I won't catch cold, but maybe if I thtay out here long enough I'll catch a fithh. There! I know what you are watching. You are watching that 'Thilly Thue." "Sh-h-h!" The creaking on board had begun again. It continued at intervals for several moments, both girls listening almost breathlessly. "Wha at are they doing?" whispered Tommy.
I thought you feared I might drown," answered Harriet whimsically. "Once is enough," answered Jane. "There goes the fish horn. Hurry, girls! We are going to be late." "The fithh horn? Are we going to have fithh for breakfatht?" questioned Tommy. "Never mind what, girls. Tuck up your blankets and get busy. Remember, you must braid your hair before going to breakfast.
Their companions sat about in a semi-circle watching them, scarcely able to restrain their curiosity as to what had happened during the night. Jane opened the recital by a question. "Did you really mean that you wished fish for breakfast, Tommy?" she asked. Grace regarded her with a frowning squint. "I didn't want any fithh for breakfatht. It wath the fithh that wanted me for their breakfatht."
Why, you could swim all night, if necessary, and be up in time for six o'clock breakfast just the same." "Breakfatht. It will be fithh for breakfatht for Tommy Thompthon, I gueth. Fithh, Harriet, fithh," mumbled Grace, then ceased swimming. "Fithh!" "Poor girl, she is about done for!" muttered Harriet Burrell.
Don't you understand?" "Breakfatht for fithh," muttered Tommy. Harriet shook her as vigorously as she could. It required no little effort to get Grace wide enough awake to understand what Harriet was saying, but after a short time Tommy seemed to understand, understanding that finally came to her with a shock almost equal to that that Harriet had felt. "We we are on thhore?" she questioned.
Harriet groped with her hands and found that the water at arm's length, ahead was but a few inches deep. She sprang up with, a weak cry. "Tommy, Tommy! We've made it." "Fithh," muttered Grace. Harriet grasped her by the arms and began backing toward shore, dragging her companion with her. The ground grew more and more solid as she backed. There could be no doubt now.
Harriet raised her heavy eyelids, sat up and rubbed her eyes. Tommy tried to brush Jane aside. "Fithh for breakfatht," she muttered. "Oh, Jane, is it really you?" stammered Harriet, trying to keep from lying back and again going to sleep. "Oh, my stars, darlin's! And we thought all the time that you were both drowned. Don't tell me a thing now.
If you had been a fithh thwimming in the ocean all night you, too, would have an appetite. How would you like to be a fithh, Mith Livingthton?" "I am quite content to be a mere human being," was the Chief Guardian's laughing reply. "Were you afraid when you found yourself out in the ocean all alone?" "Afraid? I I gueth I didn't think about that.
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