She carried the Lump across and then the basket of mushrooms.

Then she turned to watch the passage of the prince.

The plank was not more than ten feet long; and it was destiny which chose the exact middle of it for the prince to fall off.

He struck the dyke with a splash which drew a cry of delight from the Lump, and sank up to his knees in the thick mud.

He burst into a terrified bellow; and Pollyooly hurried down the steep bank to help him out.