48 FANNY, AND HER DOG NEPTUNE.

 She has not spoken yet, nor moved," said Fanny. The
man made no reply, but lifted Sarah from the ground,
shook her violently, struck the palms of her hands, rubbed
her limbs with all his might, and then, looking up to
Fanny, he said,-
 Och, my childer, she'll never move nor spake again,-
she is dead!"
 "Dead! Oh she can't be dead; it is such a few
moments. Oh, pray carry her home to mamma; she will
know what to do for her."
 "That will I; but first, though I think there's none
but He that raises the dead can put breath in the poor
thing again, we'll be after giving her a chance." So say-
ing, he took off her wet clothes and wrapped her in his
woollen roundabout. "This will warm her," he added,
"if it's warmth can come to this little cold body again."
 To Fanny it seemed impossible that life should so soon
be extinct. Wet and heavy as her clothes were, and
swashing round her feet at every step, she ran forward as
if she had nothing to encumber her. Neptune bounded
on before her. At the gate opening into Rose Lane she
was met by her mother, who, anxious at her prolonged
stay, had come out to meet her.
 Fanny did not scream or faint at sight of her mother,
as some girls would have done after such a scene of terror,
danger, and distress. She thought not of herself, of her
past danger and escape, but only of the possibility of
relief for Sarah. She had learned that thoughtfulness for
others from the example of her mother, which Mrs. Dale
manifested, even in this moment of surprise and terror,
by returning immediately to the house to prepare Sarah's
mother, a poor, sickly woman, for the spectacle that might
kill her if seen without any preparation, and to get ready
all possible means for Sarah's recovery. Even with this
precaution, Mrs. Tileson was thrown into fainting fits,
from which she did not recover till the usual remedies
for drowned persons had been resorted to for Sarah,-but
in vain. Life never returned.
 This event had a remarkable effect on Fanny Dale's