Down she went, into the darkness and into the water, not knowing where one ended and the other began.

Her eyes were closed, but they might as well have been open; there was nothing for her to see in all that blackness.

Down she went, as if it were to the very bottom of black air and black water.

And then, suddenly she felt an arm around her.
Dickory was there! She felt herself rising, and Dickory was rising, still with his arm around her.

In a moment her head was in the air, and she could breathe.
Now she felt that he was swimming, with one arm and both legs.
Instinctively she tried to help him, for she had learned to swim.