face-under

Updated: July 19, 2026

'Hullo! said my father, 'and who might you be, makin' so bold? At the sound of his speech she gave a little scritch at first, and bobbed down face-under, so that her hair lay afloat and spread itself all over the water like sea-weed. My father walked up closer. 'Nonsense, my dear, says he, in his coaxin' voice, 'there's nothin' to be afeard of.

Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - Major Vigoureux