and his round eyes shining.

"We can't be drowned now, Susie," he said, smiling.

Susie had to make quite an effort before her stiff lips would speak.

"No, Dickie, we are quite safe," she said; "but the ledge is so narrow
you must not fidget about. I am going to make you a dear little bed like
a bird's nest."

"I don't want to stay here all night," he said.

"But there are goats here."

"I don't want there to be goats," he said again.

"I only mean," said Susie, "that if God can take care of the goats, He
can take care of us too."

"I would rather," said Dickie, after a pause, "that He would put us back
into our cribs."

"Perhaps He will," said Susie; "but you must sit quite still, and let me
creep down and try if there is any other way to get to shore."

"No, Susie, you mustn't go," said Dick, whimpering. "I won't cry if you
are here, but if you go I shall--I shall _weep_," he said.

"O darling Dick, don't," said Susie imploringly. "Perhaps mother will
come to the shore and see us, or perhaps the twins will tell her, or