Capitolo 50
perfectly defenseless, if theirs are lost!"
"I cannot plunge, Aunt Pen; but there is a man,
I/you/he/she allow us to ask to him", said Debby as a black head
appeared to windward.
But the "nerves" of Mrs. Carrolls had received a
foolish, and, gathering on his/her garments of drip,
she precipitately ran away along the beach and it faded away
in his/her locker room.
The acute sense of Debby of the laughable one found the best
of his/her respect, and it plays after ringing of laughter
broken by his/her lips, you cultivate a squirts behind her puts a
ends to his/her joy, and, turning, she found that
this friend in need was his/her knowledge of the day
before. The gentleman seemed to make a break for permission
to draw near, with very the aspect of a sagacities
Newfoundland, anxious and wet.
"Oh, I am very happy is you, Mr.!" it was Debby
cordial regard as her shaken away a drop the end of
his/her nose, and it mentioned with the head, while smiling.
The new-comer it immediately removed on her
as an agreeable Triton, saying, as they turned
shoreward,--
"Our first interview opened with a laughter on mine
you side, and our second with one on the Your. I accept
the fact as a good auspice. Your friend seemed in
trouble; allow me to make fine for my smaller crime past
now offering my services. But first it allowed me to introduce
me; and as me I believe in the appropriateness of things, impediment
me it foresees you with a proper card"; and, bending himself/herself/itself,
the youth wrote "Frank Evan" on the hard sand to
The feet of Debby.
The girl liked its way, and, entering the
spirit of the thing, swept as great a bow as her
limited drapery would allow saying, happily,-
-
"I am Debby Wilder, or it Gild, as he/she prefers aunt
to call me; and instead of laughing, I should be,
four feet under water, looking for anything us
you/he/she has lost; but I cannot plunge, and my anguish is
terrible, as you see."
"What has you/he/she lost? I will look for him/it, and
return him/it despite the kelpies, if it is a human creature
possibility", the responded Mr. Evan, while pushing his wet