‘But can it really be Fido?’ said Katherine, pressing forwards.

‘Do you wish to see?’ said Rupert, ’for if so, I advise you to make haste, the island is sinking fast.’

’I am splashed all over, so I do not care.  Can I have one more look?’ said Harriet, in a melancholy voice.

Rupert handed her back to the island, where she took her last farewell of poor Fido, all his long hair drenched with water, and the very same blue ribbon which she had herself tied round his neck the day before, floating, a funeral banner, on the surface of the stream.  She contemplated him until her weight and Rupert’s had sunk the island so much, that it was fast becoming a lake, while Elizabeth whispered to Anne to propose presenting her with a forget-me-not, on Fido’s part.

‘I hope,’ said Rupert, as they proceeded with their walk, ’that you are fully sensible of poor Fido’s generous self-sacrifice; he immolated himself to remove, by the manner of his death, any suspicions of Winifred’s having the Fidophobia.’

‘Perhaps,’ said Elizabeth, ’he had some knowledge of the frightful suspicions which attached to him, and, like the Irish varmint in St. Patrick’s days,

                      “went flop,
          Slap bang into the water,
          And thus committed suicide
          To save himself from slaughter."’

They now began to consider how Fido could have met with his death.  Harriet was sure that some naughty boy must have thrown him in.  Lucy thought that in that case he would have lost his blue ribbon; Dora indignantly repelled the charge of cruelty from the youth of Abbeychurch; Elizabeth said such a puppy was very likely to fall off the bridge; and Rupert decided that he had most probably been attacked by a fit, to which, he said, half-grown puppies were often liable.

Rupert and Anne then began talking about a dog which they had lost some time ago in nearly the same manner; and during this dialogue the party divided, Harriet and Katherine walked on in close consultation, and Lucy and Helen began helping Dora to sort and carry her bulrushes, which detained them behind the others.

‘What appears to me the most mysterious part of the story,’ said Rupert, ’is how the beloved Fido, petted and watched and nursed and guarded as he seems to have been, should have contrived to stray from your house as far as to the river.’

‘Oh! that is no mystery at all,’ said Elizabeth; ’we crossed the bridge twice yesterday evening, and I dare say we left him behind us there.’

‘What could you have been doing on the bridge yesterday evening?’ said Rupert.  ’Oh!  I know; I saw the people coming away from a tee-total entertainment; you were certainly there, Anne, I hope you enjoyed it.’

‘How very near the truth you do contrive to get, Rupert,’ said Elizabeth.

‘Then,’ cried Rupert, with a start, ’I see it all.  I thought you all looked very queer at breakfast.  I understand it all.  You have been to the Mechanics’ Institute.’