The Wonderful Bed by Gertrude Knevels
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_anything_, I think the least we'll do will be to run her aground."
"Let's try to wake Growler and Prowler up," Ann begged. "They can't be sound asleep yet." The two mates were not only sound asleep but snoring loudly. Ann and Peter tried shaking them, spanking them, even drenching them with the cold remains of the catnip tea, but it was all no use, they could not get them to stir. Meanwhile the _Merry Mouser_ was drifting dangerously near land, in spite of all Rudolf could do to prevent her. He did several things and he ordered Peter and Ann to do a good many others, but all of them felt glad the False Hare was not there to compliment them on their seamanship. At last there came a dull shock and a jar, and the _Merry Mouser_ ran her nose into a sand-bar, quivered all over, and then stood still. "The thing to do _now_" said Rudolf easily, just as if he had planned it all, "is for us to get into the little boat we are towing and row ourselves ashore. Of course we must wake up the mates and the crew and take them with us." It was simply astonishing the things those children had to do to Growler and Prowler before they could get either of them so much as to open an eye! When they were at last able to understand what had happened, they merely turned over and growled out: "Oh, is _that_ all? Aground, are we? Ye needn't have waked us up for _that_! Be off as soon as ye like and give us some rest--do!" They had hardly left off speaking before they were sound asleep again. As for Toddles and Towser they refused to wake at all. |
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