THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME I can assure you, and tell no lie (as John Fry always used to say, when telling his very largest), that I scrambled back to the mouth of that pit as if the evil one had been after me.

And sorely I repented now of all my boyish folly, or madness it might well be termed, in venturing, with none to help, and nothing to compel me, into that accursed valley.
Once let me get out, thinks I, and if ever I get in again, without being cast in by neck and by crop, I will give our new-born donkey leave to set up for my schoolmaster.
How I kept that resolution we shall see hereafter.

It is enough for me now to tell how I escaped from the den that night.

First I sat down in the little opening which Lorna had pointed out to me, and wondered whether she had meant, as bitterly occurred to me, that I should run down into the pit, and be drowned, and give no more trouble.

But in less than half a minute I was ashamed of that idea, and remembered how she was vexed to think that even a loach should lose his life.