It is a mercy every one of you was not drowned." "It's a mercy he wasn't drowned himself," said Percy; "so he would have been if it hadn't been for Scarfe." "It was a very noble thing of Mr Scarfe," said Mrs Rimbolt.

"I'm sure, Louisa, my dear, you must be proud of your boy." "He jolly well deserves a Royal Humane medal, and I mean to write and get him one." "Don't be a young duffer," said the hero, by no means displeased at the threat; "they would laugh at the notion." "Would they?
If they didn't give you one, we'd make them laugh on the wrong side of their faces.

I know that," replied the boy.
"You know, auntie, it was I broke the ice," said Raby.

"Mr Jeffreys did not come to that part till he heard it crack." "That is the ridiculously foolish part of it; he might have known that he ought to keep off when he heard it crack.

Any sensible person would." "Perhaps," said Raby, colouring, "he imagined I was in danger." "You are a foolish child, Raby, to talk such nonsense, and should be thankful it was not you who fell in.