all over. And still the Daisy girl did not move.

Then we were truly frightened. Dora and Alice lifted her up, and
her mouth was a horrid violet-colour and her eyes half shut. She
looked horrid. Not at all like fair fainting damsels, who are
always of an interesting pallor. She was green, like a cheap
oyster on a stall.

We did what we could, a prey to alarm as we were. We rubbed her
hands and let the hose play gently but perseveringly on her
unconscious brow. The girls loosened her dress, though it was only
the kind that comes down straight without a waist. And we were all
doing what we could as hard as we could, when we heard the click of
the front gate. There was no mistake about it.

'I hope whoever it is will go straight to the front door,' said
Alice. But whoever it was did not. There were feet on the gravel,
and there was the uncle's voice, saying in his hearty manner--

'This way. This way. On such a day as this we shall find our
young barbarians all at play somewhere about the grounds.'

And then, without further warning, the uncle, three other gentlemen
and two ladies burst upon the scene.

We had no clothes on to speak of--I mean us boys. We were all wet
through. Daisy was in a faint or a fit, or dead, none of us then
knew which. And all the stuffed animals were there staring the
uncle in the face. Most of them had got a sprinkling, and the
otter and the duck-bill brute were simply soaked. And three of us