speedily hurried below.

Everybody was now inside the vessel, the hatches were tightly
closed, and the Dipsey began to sink. When she had descended to
the comparatively temperate depths of the sea, and her people
found themselves in her warm and well-lighted compartments, there
was a general disposition to go about and shake hands with each
other. Some of them even sang little snatches of songs, so
relieved were they to get down out of that horrible upper air.

"Of course I shall never see my shoes again," said Mrs. Block;
"and they were mighty comfortable ones, too. I suppose, when
they have been down here awhile in this water, which must be
almost lukewarmish compared to what it is on top, they will melt
loose and float up; and then, Sammy, suppose they lodge on some
of that ice and get frozen for a thousand years! Good gracious!
It sets me all of a creep to think of that happenin' to my shoes,
that I have been wearin' every day! Don't you want a cup of
tea?"

"It's a great pity," thought Sammy to himself, "that it wasn't
that Pole that had his feet frozen to the deck. The rest of us
might have been lucky enough not to have noticed him as the boat
went down."

"We ought to get a name for that body of water up there," said
Mr. Gibbs, as he was writing out his report of the day's
adventures. "Shall we call it 'Lake Clewe'?"

"Oh, don't do that!" exclaimed Sammy Block. "Mr. Clewe's too