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Updated: June 6, 2025
"What are you doing on the ground?" shrieked Margery, as she stumbled and fell over her little companion. "Why don't you tell me when you are going to sit down, so that I won't fall over you?" "You wouldn't, if you weren't tho fat." "Tommy!" broke in Miss Elting. The whole party had come to a halt, following Margery's mishap. "I beg your pardon, Mith Elting. I forgot. Buthter ithn't dry yet.
You see we are early risers," replied Miss Elting. The lads needed no urging. They hopped to the after deck of the houseboat. But no sooner had they come aboard than they perceived that something was amiss. George glanced at Harriet inquiringly. "What's the matter with you girls, this morning?" he asked lamely. "We had considerable excitement here last night.
"No, you foolish girl. We aren't sinking," answered Harriet laughing. Margery stood shivering in the middle of the cabin. Hazel had begun to dress. "Dress yourselves at once," ordered Miss Elting. "Be quick about it. They may not be coming here, but if they are, they will be here in a very few minutes." "Who will be here?" demanded Crazy Jane. "Why don't you tell us what all the uproar is about?"
"What do you mean, Grace?" demanded Miss Elting. "I would suggest that we get started," urged Harriet. "I'm hungry. I want my supper, breakfast and luncheon all in one. You forget that I am a drowned person." "We are not likely to forget it," answered the guardian, smiling faintly. "Yes, we will carry our equipment in.
Miss Elting ran around to the front of the vehicle. She beheld a strange scene. Both horses were down. At first they appeared to be lying on the floor of the bridge. A closer look showed the guardian that the forelegs of each animal had gone right through the floor. Then the further discovery was made that there was little flooring at this point.
Harriet got to her feet with the assistance of her companion. Jane then began walking her slowly about. The color gradually returned to the face of the Meadow-Brook Girl, the gray pallor giving place to a more healthy glow. She wanted to talk, but Miss Elting said she was not to do so for the present. Now, Tommy and Margery followed her about, though without speaking.
If you are ready, we will move on." Once more they set out. They had gone on less than an hour when Margery began to cry. Tommy regarded her with disapproving eyes. Margery declared that she couldn't walk another step. Inquiry by Miss Elting developed the fact that Buster had a blister on her right foot. This meant another delay.
Miss Elting was lighting a swinging lamp when they entered the cottage, which consisted of one room, above which was an attic, but with no entrance so far as they were able to observe. Six rolls of blankets lay on the floor against a side wall ready to be opened and spread when the girls should be ready for bed. One solitary window commanded a view of the sea.
She realized the necessity of warm drinks and something to assist in stirring Harriet's circulation. The Meadow-Brook Girl's escape from drowning had been a narrow one, but no one realized the necessity for further treatment more than Miss Elting did. After a time Harriet insisted on walking without the support of Jane's arm, but it was a difficult undertaking.
'Pears as if you didn't know where you was going." "And who are you, sir?" demanded the guardian. "I'm the guide, Janus Grubb." "Will you listen to the man!" chuckled Jane. Harriet nodded with satisfaction. "Janus Grubb? Why, sir, I don't understand. We have already met Mr. Grubb," cried Miss Elting. "Somebody is crazy," muttered Jane, "I think the man with the green goggles is the lunatic."
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