"Girls, girls, aren't you coming in?" Miss Elting rose dripping from
the bay and peered into the cabin. "Come in or you'll be too late."
"At once, Miss Elting," called Harriet. "It has taken me some little
time to get awake. I am awake now. Here I come." She ran out of the
cabin and sprang into the water with a shout and a splash, striking
out for the opposite side, nearly a quarter of a mile away. She had
reached the middle of the bay before the guardian caught sight of her
and called to her to return. The Meadow-Brook girl did so, though it
had been her intention to swim all the way across the bay and back.
In the meantime the other girls had begun their swim. Jane was
splashing about in deep water, Hazel doing likewise, while Margery was
swimming in water barely up to her neck. Tommy, on the other hand,
appeared to be afraid to venture out. Every time a ripple would break
about her knees she would scream and run back out of the way.
"'Fraid cat!" jeered Margery. "'Fraid to come in where the water is
deep."
"Yeth, I am," admitted Tommy.
"I told you so, I told you so," shouted Buster. "I always said she was
a 'fraid cat, and now she has shown you that I am right."
"Who is a 'fraid cat?" demanded Miss Elting, pulling herself up on the
beach with her hands.
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