Grandmamma and Grandpapa Lowenbrau, Mother, Little Wendy, Great Aunt Eunice and the “Danger twins” failed to notice the tide rushing in about the Fort National, distracted by Little Wendy’s kewpie doll being thrown from the ramparts by the naughtier of the Danger Twins.
“Tut tut tut!” said Great Aunt Eunice. Their coach was leaving for Paris in exactly an hour!
Grandmamma sprang into action.
Reaching into her capacious handbag she drew out Grandpappa’s inflatable rubber ring (piles, poor man).
“Eunice! Your spelunking rope!” Great Aunt Eunice, always wore a coil around her waist for that “hourglass shape” men liked so.
She deftly lashed the rope to the ring and inserted little Wendy into the hole.
“Swim Wendy dear! Swim!” She cried, tossing her out into the roiling sea.
Little Wendy mapped an arc through the air before hitting the water’s surface and then promptly sank.
They managed to drag poor bedraggled Wendy back to the fort just in time to see the Paris coach vanish in the distance.
“Well this is just typical.” Sighed mother
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