"Again, again, Fani." Fani did his best.
"Now I'll row a bit farther into the middle of the river, then hold fast so that we shall not be carried down; here we are! there is the ruin, Fani! Now, Fani, stick the pole down, and I'll hold it and you can begin to sketch." Fani stuck his pole manfully into the bottom of the river, but the rushing current seized it and threw it up again as if it had been a reed.
"Oh! oh!" he cried, "we shall be carried away!" "You take one of the oars and we'll row back to the shore," said Emma, anxiously.

"Come, be quick!" But the stream seized the oar before Fani could take it from her, and it was swept away.
"What shall we do?
There is no one to help us," cried Emma, beside herself.

"Suppose the boat should upset!" Faster and faster they were whirled along, the boat tossing like a nut-shell upon the waves.
The children sat still, although frightened almost to death.
"Fani, we are lost! who can help us ?" screamed Emma.

"Let us say our prayers.

I have forgotten to say them ever since I came to Rosemount.