"Oh, I say, Tom, what a game! Are your feet wet ?" Tom turned upon him savagely, but everyone in the boat was laughing, and his countenance relaxed, and he rose up and leaned over the side of the boat to wash his face, which a splash or two relieved from the pieces of bog and dead vegetation which adhered.
"I don't mind," he said.

"Only you wouldn't have found it a game if you'd been there." "Let's get back quickly," said Mr Marston, "or the boy will catch cold." "Oh, it won't hurt me!" cried Tom.

"Let's catch the fish first.

They never get cold." "Yes: let's haul the net out first," said Dick.

"Tom won't mind a ducking." "Ay, we're going to hev out the net," said Dave.