She had risen up out of the pod and stood knee deep, like a lovely drenched figure in a fountain.
Upon the bank above them, Willis Parker was jumping up and down, gesticulating and shouting fiercely.

"Now I guess you're satisfied our fishin' _is_ spoilt! Whyn't you listen me?
I _told_ you it wasn't more'n three feet deep! I and Heinie waded all over this creek gettin' our bait.

You're a pretty sight!" Of Milla he spoke unwittingly the literal truth.

Even with her hair thus wild and sodden, Milla rose from immersion blushing and prettier than ever; and she was prettiest of all when she stretched out her hand helplessly to Ramsey and he led her up out of the waters.

They had plenty of assistance to scramble to the top of the bank, and there Milla was surrounded and borne away with a great clacketing and tumult.