The grown folks had come up now, and all agreed the seine was a very
pretty one.

"Well, I declare!" said Uncle William, "I have often looked for a
piece of net and never could get that kind. You and Nellie were the
lucky ones to-day."

"Oh, oh, oh!" screamed Freddie. "What's that?" and before he had a
chance to think, he ran down to the edge of the water to meet a big
barrel that had been washed in.

"Look out!" screamed Bert, but Freddie was looking in, and at that
moment the water washed in right over Freddie's shoes, stockings, and
all.

"Oh!" screamed everybody in chorus, for the next instant a stronger
wave came in and knocked Freddie down. Quick as a flash Dorothy, who
was nearest the edge, jumped in after Freddie, for as the wave receded
the little boy fell in again, and might have been washed out into real
danger if he had not been promptly rescued.

But as it was he was dripping wet, even his curls had been washed, and
his linen suit looked just like one of Dinah's dish towels. Dorothy,
too, was wet to the knees, but she did not mind that. The day was
warming up and she could get along without shoes or stockings until
she reached home.

"Freddie's always fallin' in," gasped Flossie, who was always getting
frightened at her twin brother's accidents.