We shall not be bothered any more, in all
probability. Besides, they were not here on our account, so we have no
cause to worry."
"And I've got to walk back to Portsmouth," groaned Mr. McCarthy. "I
told you, Mrs. Livingston."
"Perhaps we may catch some farmer who is going in that direction, and
who will be willing to give you a lift," she suggested.
"No; you will have to let me sleep under a tree and hang about
to-night. The men are coming down in the morning to get the car out of
the pond. They might as well have two jobs as one. How did it happen,
Jane?"
For the first time the party of Camp Girls who had gathered about the
little group gave their attention to the Meadow-Brook Girls. The
latter were now discovered to be much the worse for wear. Their hair
was down over their shoulders and their clothes were soiled and torn.
"Got it hard, didn't you?" chuckled Mr. McCarthy.
"Oh, not so much," replied Jane, repressing a smile.
"You are a thight. You look ath though you had been digging for buried
treathure," declared Tommy.
"How'd it happen?" rumbled Mr. McCarthy.
"It was like this, Daddy, dear. We were running along nicely and
easily--just at a comfortable jog, when--"
"How fast?"
"How much time were we making, Harriet?"
"Nearly sixty miles an hour.
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