Again was her
wonderment aroused. Little by little her heavy eyelids struggled open.
But her eyes saw only black darkness and water. Harriet, by a supreme
force of will, now began to reason the cause.
"I am still in the water, but my hands and feet are on something
solid. What does it mean?" she thought.
Turning her head slightly, she saw that which increased her
wonderment. Tommy Thompson was sitting beside her, the little girl's
head leaning against Harriet. It struck Harriet as peculiar that
Tommy was able to sit on the water with nearly half her body out of
the water. Harriet then discovered that she was crouching on all
fours. It was a peculiar position for her, too. She wondered, if able
to maintain that position, why she might not stand up just as well.
"I can do it!" she screamed. "I can stand on the--" She paused. Tommy
had toppled over and lay on her side, partly covered with water.
"Land!" breathed Harriet. "We are on land, but there is water all
about us. I don't understand."
Pondering over this for a moment, Harriet stooped and lifted Grace to
a sitting posture. Her blood had begun to circulate and a warm glow
was suffusing her entire body.
"Tommy, wake up! Wake up! It's land. We are on solid ground.
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