The tin edges had cut it in several spots.

It was very pale blood, because her foot was wet, of course.
She stopped screaming, and turned green, and I thought she was going to faint, like Daisy did on the jungle day.
Oswald held her up as well as he could, but it really was one of the least agreeable moments in his life.

For the raft was gone, and she couldn't have waded back anyway, and we didn't know how deep the moat might be in other places.
But Mrs Pettigrew had not been idle.

She is not a bad sort really.
Just as Oswald was wondering whether he could swim after the raft and get it back, a boat's nose shot out from under a dark archway a little further up under the house.

It was the boathouse, and Albert's uncle had got the punt and took us back in it.