gain a peg."

"You'll have me--hic--over--friend."

"Have _you_ over! It's the other way, man."

"Well--shay! It's all right, aint it?--hic."

"O yes! We wont quarrel about it. Look here, folks! haven't you got any
thing up there we could steer him by--a rope, perhaps, to which he could
cling? The water has risen and come up here, and it's not comfortable in
one's stocking-feet. Wish my fire company was here! We would make short
work of it."

"Shall I ring the church bell?" asked Charlie, excitedly.

"O don't, don't!"

"Here's a rope," said Aunt Stanshy.

"Yes, yes!" exclaimed Charlie, "and we will pull him in."

"We might do that, or at least help," said Aunt Stanshy, laughing.

"Yesh--hic--pull him in," said the man in the dock.

"We will fasten the rope about you, friend, and they'll draw on it, and
perhaps you could hold on to it and draw yourself up, and I will shove you
behind. Now, all, a good try!"