"But if the boat's there, where on earth's SHE?"
my colleague anxiously asked.
"That's exactly what we must learn." And I started to walk further.
"By going all the way round?"
"Certainly, far as it is. It will take us but ten minutes,
but it's far enough to have made the child prefer not to walk.
She went straight over."
"Laws!" cried my friend again; the chain of my logic was ever
too much for her. It dragged her at my heels even now,
and when we had got halfway round--a devious, tiresome process,
on ground much broken and by a path choked with overgrowth--
I paused to give her breath. I sustained her with a grateful arm,
assuring her that she might hugely help me; and this started
us afresh, so that in the course of but few minutes more we reached
a point from which we found the boat to be where I had supposed it.
It had been intentionally left as much as possible out of sight
and was tied to one of the stakes of a fence that came, just there,
down to the brink and that had been an assistance to disembarking.
I recognized, as I looked at the pair of short, thick oars,
quite safely drawn up, the prodigious character of the feat
for a little girl; but I had lived, by this time, too long
among wonders and had panted to too many livelier measures.
There was a gate in the fence, through which we passed,
and that brought us, after a trifling interval, more into the open.
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