"I have only got a scratch or two." "And your clothes too," continued Mrs Gilmour, her consternation increasing at the sight of the damage done.

"Why, your frock is torn to shreds!" "Not so bad as that, auntie," laughed the girl, but with a look of dismay on her face the while.

"It is rather bad though." "Bad," repeated her aunt, "sure, it's scandalous! And, say your brother, now--whatever have you both been about?
His poor face is all bleeding, too!" "Now, don't you make matters worse than they are," interposed the Captain.

"A little water will soon set them both right." "And where shall we get water here ?" she asked.

"Tell me that!" His answer came quick enough, the Captain being seldom "taken aback." "You forget, ma'am, the little rivulet we passed on our way.