Elsie did not lose her presence of mind, and she thought very rapidly. The
breeze was wafting the boat farther from her, but nearer to the opposite
shore; if let alone it would arrive there in the course of time, and Enna
she perceived did not know how to propel it with the oars.
"Will you come?" she was asking again, "will you take a ride in this
pretty boat with me?"
"I'll run round to the other side," Elsie called in reply. "I wouldn't
bother with those great heavy oars, if I were you; just let them lie in
the bottom of the boat, while you sit still and rest, and the wind will
carry it to the land."
"All right!" Enna answered, laying them down. "Now you hurry up."
"I will," Elsie said, starting upon a run for the spot where she thought
that the boat would be most likely to reach the shore.
She reached it first, and the boat being still several yards away floating
upon very deep water, she watched it a moment anxiously.
Enna was sitting still in the bottom, hugging the doll to her bosom and
singing a lullaby to it; but suddenly as Elsie stood waiting and watching
in trembling suspense, she sprang up, tossed the doll from her, leaped
over the side of the boat, and disappeared beneath the water.
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