Betty ran to the spot, but had to take great care lest she should fall in too. With some difficulty she managed to get hold of Tookey as he came to the top of he water, but the bank was so steep that all her efforts to drag him out were unsuccessful, nor could Tookey help her in spite of his frantic struggles. Minute after minute passed, and Tookey became colder and colder, and as he became colder he became weaker. Betty clung desperately to the treacherous bank with one hand, and held on to Tookey with the other, but the strength of the brave girl could not last long. She felt this herself, and began to scream for help. She sent forth scream after scream, while cold, icy fear numbed her heart. Would she have to go back alone, leaving dear Tookey cold and still under the cruel water?
The Tookey & Alice Mary Tales Pg. 115
By Robert de Montjoie Rudolf with illustrations by Margaret W. Tarrant