She was playing on the beach last time I seed her." "Is she dead ?" James asked, breathless from his exertions.
"Not she," the fisherman said.

"She could not have been under water a minute.

Take her into my cottage, it's one of the nighest.

My wife will put her between the blankets, and will soon bring her round." The fisherman's wife met them at the door, and, taking the child from the lad, carried it in, and soon had her wrapped up in blankets.

But before this was done she had opened her eyes, for she had scarcely lost consciousness when James had seized her.
The lad stood outside the door, waiting for the news, when the sergeant hurried up, one of the fishermen having gone to tell him what had happened, as soon as the child had been carried into the cottage--assuring him, as he did so, that the little one would speedily come round.
Just as he came up the door of the cottage opened, and one of the women, who had run in to assist the fisherman's wife, put her head out.
"She has opened her eyes," she said.