"We ran
out on an ice pier and plumped right into the pond."
"You went down with the car, then?" stammered Mr. McCarthy.
"Right down to the bottom," Tommy informed him.
"That did not amount to much," continued Harriet. "The top was not up.
We had little difficulty in getting out--"
"But Harriet was drowned in getting the trunk free from the rear end,"
declared Jane earnestly.
"Drowned?" exclaimed the contractor.
"Yes, nearly drowned," corrected Miss Elting. "We had a pretty hard
time resuscitating her. I am beginning to think that the Meadow-Brook
Girls bear charmed lives, Mr. McCarthy."
"So am I. But you don't mean to tell me that Harriet really was all
but drowned?"
"Yes."
"It does beat all, it does," reflected Mr. McCarthy, mopping his
forehead again and regarding Harriet with wondering eyes. "It is a
guess as to whether she or Jane can get into the most trouble. They
are a pair hard to beat."
"We do not try to find excitement, Mr. McCarthy," expostulated
Harriet. "We cannot always help it if trouble overtakes us the way it
did when the car went into the ice pond."
"Certainly not. I know you, at least, are wholly to be depended upon,
but Jane isn't always the most prudent girl in the world.
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