except that he would be taken by Mr. Trimble. I think we'll find him."
They were half way across the lake when Sue suddenly cried:
"Oh, there she goes! Oh, she's fallen in!"
"What is it?" asked Mr. Brown, turning around quickly, for he was seated with his back toward his little girl.
"It's my doll!" Sue cried. "She jumped right out of my arms, and fell in the lake."
I guess Sue meant that her doll slipped out of her arms, for dolls can't jump—at least not unless they have a spring wound up inside them, like an alarm clock, and Sue's doll wasn't that kind.
"Stop the boat. Bunker! Row back!" cried Mr. Brown. "Sue's doll fell overboard, and we don't want to lose her!"
Bunker stopped rowing, and he was reaching out with an oar to pull in the doll, which was floating like a little boat on top of the water, not far away. But before Bunker could save the doll. Splash, with a loud bark, jumped in and swam out toward the plaything of his little mistress.
