Just as we touched the pier, the man, who was a little astern of us, caught his fish.

He jerked it up, and jumped off his post, and, as he looked up in delight at his little fish, which was swinging in the air, I saw he was Mr.Chipperton! I made one dash for Corny's little cubby-hole.

I banged at the door.

I shouted: "Corny! Here's your father!" She was out in an instant.

She had slept in her clothes.