It's so easy: look here!" He swam a few yards with the greatest ease, turned round, and began swimming slowly back.
"Go on--faster," I cried, for I was interested.
"Can't," he cried, "tide runs so sharp.

If I didn't mind I should be swept right away.

Come in.

I'll soon teach you." I shook my head.
"Oh, you are a fellow.

Come on." "No, I sha'n't bathe," I said in a doubtful tone.
"Oh, here's a chap! I say isn't he a one! Always tied to his mother's apron-string: can't play cricket, or rounders, or football, and can't swim.