Judy, the Sparrow and the boys came hurrying back. Judy was soaked to the skin, and her teeth were chattering, as the Sparrow said, like castanets, because she had taken a false step in the darkness and fallen into the duck-pond. She stood on the stone floor of the back porch and dripped water, slime and duck weed.
From NORTHMEAD NUISANCE, Chapter 9, Half-term.
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