Mind, it'll feel very cold." Olly shut his eyes, and opened his mouth, as he always did when he felt just a little frightened, and then in he went; splash! ugh! it was so cold--much colder than the sea used to feel--but after a few splashes Olly began to get used to it, and to think it fine fun.
"Oh, father, fetch Milly, and then we'll all dance about," entreated Olly.
"Come, Milly," called Mr.Norton.

"Try whether you can manage the stepping-stones by yourself." So Milly came, holding up her bathing dress, and stepping from one big stone to another with a very grave face, as if she felt that there would be an end of her altogether if she tumbled in.

And then, splash! In she jumped by the side of Olly, and after a little shiver or two she also began to think that the river was a delightful bathing place, almost as nice as the sea, perhaps in some ways nicer, because it was such a strange and funny one.

They danced and splashed about in the brown sparkling water till they were tired, and at last Olly stopped to take breath.
"I should think the fishes must be frightened of us," he said, peering down into the river.

"I can't see any, father." "Well, they wouldn't choose to swim about just where little children are shouting and capering.