"I shall have nervous prostration if I ride in that wagon," she said.
"Every minute expecting it to collapse isn't any too good for one who
has just been drowned, and whose nerves are on edge."
"Promise me that you will not overtax your strength; that if you feel
yourself getting weary you _will_ get in and ride," answered the
guardian, looking anxiously at Harriet.
"I promise," was Harriet's laughing rejoinder.
The sun by this time was high in the heavens and was blazing down on
them hotly. The warmth felt good, especially to those who still wore
the clothes in which they had spent so much time in the cold water of
the pond. To Harriet it was a grateful relief from the chill that had
followed her accident. Tommy permitted herself to lag behind, and the
moment she was out of ear-shot of her companions she began to quiz the
country boy to learn where he was taking them.
"Lonesome Cove," he replied.
"Where ith that?"
"On the shore."
"On what thhore?"
"The sea shore."
"Oh! Tho we are going to the thea thhore? I thee," reflected Tommy
wisely. "Are there lotth of people there?"
"Isn't nobody there. It's just sea shore, that's all."
Tommy chuckled and nodded to herself as she increased her pace and
joined her party.
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