Sarah had had one faint nibble, but that was all that had happened, and the sun began to be very warm.
"I'm going out on those stones," said Gypsy.

"I believe I see a fish out there." So she stepped out carefully on the loose stones, which tilted ominously under her weight.
"Oh, you'll fall!" said Sarah.
"Hush--sh! I see one." Up went the rod in the air with a jerk, over went the stone, and down went Gypsy.

She disappeared from sight a moment in the shallow water; then splashed up with a gasp, and stood, dripping.
"Oh, dear me!" said Sarah.
Tom came up, undecided whether to laugh or scold.
"Well, Gypsy Breynton, you've done it now! Now I suppose you must go directly home, and you'll catch cold before you can get there.

This is a pretty fix!" "N--no," gasped Gypsy, rubbing the water out of her eyes; "I have dry clothes up in the tent.

Mother said I should want them.