"Look, that really is little Clarissa!"
"That's so exaggerated! How could Clarissa have swum that far in one go!"
"Yeah, Ella, does your little Clarissa swim that well?"
"She's already reached out and grabbed that painting..."
...
Amidst everyone's surprise and attention, little Clarissa was already swimming back.
Of course, on the way back, Alexander Stuart and Dilbert Walker were holding her from the left and right, almost gently lifting her out of the river.
They got onto the cruise ship.
Little Clarissa handed the painting she held high in her palm to her mommy, "You have to keep it safe this time, don't let it get blown away by the wind again."
"Little Clarissa, isn't the paper still soaking wet?" The crowd was astonished.
"Of course not."
Clarissa Lindsey, with her mouth slightly open and cheeks still dripping with wet river water, looking even more adorably foolish, said, "Mommy gave me high-quality waterproof paper, it works very well."
