BUSY BESSIE. 121

Tom.—No, no; it will only steady her.
Jump in while I hold on to the rope, and
look out for your toes when I throw in the
anchor.

The stone was heavy enough to give the
boat a good shake as it went in; but Bessie
held on to the rudder, and neither started nor
shrieked.

“This is a capital time to go over,” said
Tom, as he plied the oars, and the boat glided
over the smooth water. Dip, dip, went the
oars in perfect time, and Tom and Bessie sang,
“Get out the way, old Dan Tucker,” and
their voices sounded far over the smooth water.

“That’s an insult to me,” said George
Cramer, who, as soon as he saw the boat, had
taken the spy-glass and gone to the garden
fence with Howard, to watch its motions.

Howard.—I do not suppose that they at this
time remember that there is such a person as
yourself in existence.

George—I'll make them remember it, some
time or other.

Howard.—You shall never injure them in
any way, if I can prevent it,