But whether my old horse swam through or walked through I can't tell you.

I like to believe he swam, because I'm so fond of him, and one likes to believe the creatures one loves can do clever things." "I'll ask John when he comes to take you away, Aunt Emma," said Olly.

"I don't believe horses can swim when they're in a carriage." "You're a matter-of-fact monkey," said Aunt Emma.

"Dear me, what's that ?" For a loud squeak had suddenly startled the children, who were now looking about them everywhere in vain, to find out where it came from.
Squeak! again.

This time the voice certainly came from near Aunt Emma's chair, but there was nothing to be seen.
"What a strange house you live in," said Aunt Emma, with a perfectly grave face.