broad awake again, ready to cry with fatigue, and dealing blows right and left, as if battling

"'O Reggy!' she cried, 'the boat is running away with us!'—'Don't cry, Emmy!'
he exclaimed. 'It isn't our fault, so nobody will scold us. And now we'll see the
Island. Just think what fun!' and the whole boat-load shouted, and clapped their hands."