"Now we'll go home. Maybe you will be
all dry when we get there," he added hopefully, "and your dress won't
show any wet at all."
"But I'll have to tell mother I fell in."
"Oh, of course!"
"But it was a--a accident," Sue said, speaking the big word slowly. "Now
take me home, Bunny. I don't want to play Friday any more, and I'm
hungry."
The dog jumped about the children, but he kept nearer to Sue. Maybe he
thought she belonged to him, now that he had pulled her from the water.
Perhaps he had saved Sue's life, though the little girl might have
gotten out herself, or Bunny might have pulled her from the water.
"He's a nice dog," said Sue. "I wish we could keep him."
"Maybe we can. He doesn't seem to belong to anybody, and nobody lives on
this island."
"He was shipwrecked too," said Sue. "Or maybe he wanted to play Robinson
Crusoe with us."
"Robinson didn't have a dog--anyhow, mother didn't read about any in the
story," replied Bunny. ''But he had a goat."
"We can pretend this dog is a goat," remarked Sue, as she patted the big
shaggy fellow, who barked in delight, and wagged his tail.
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