Dickie and
Daisy sat on the grass reading. They had been gardening, and were rather hot.
“Let's go to
the pond,” said Dickie. “Nurse isn't here to say 'don't.'”
“Let's,”
agreed Daisy. She always agreed with Dickie.
“We'll get
father's rod and line, and catch some fish,” said Dickie. So when no one was
looking they got the things and ran to the water.
“You have
the rod,” said Dickie, “and I'll have the hook. Don't make a noise or the fish
won't come.” They sat quite quiet till there came a big tug at Daisy's rod, so
big that it dragged her to the edge of the pond.
“Oh,
Dickie,” she cried, “help me! I b'lieve I've caught a whale!”
But before
Dickie could catch hold of her, in she went. The water ran into her eyes and
mouth, and washed her curls quite straight.
Dickie was
dreadfully frightened. He made a grab at her, and she made a grab at him. By
the time she was safely on land both were nearly as wet as the other. Father's
rod had disappeared.
“I think
we'd better go home,” sobbed Daisy.
Mother
didn't wait to ask questions. She hurried them into nice warm nighties, and
popped them into bed. Dickie was soon all right, but Daisy caught a cold. When
Dickie got up he put on his spectacles and brought out his watch. He put his
fingers on the little thumper in her wrist.
“You must
stay in bed” he said, “and take Lemon Squash. Lemon is good for coughs, so you
won't get one, and Squash will squash all the other poorliness out of you.”
When Father
heard he was very cross. He said, “If you go near the pond again I shall buy
another kind of rod, and use it too.”
But they had
had enough of water, and didn't enjoy their Saturday tub for a long time.
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