She could swim, no harm done, only the scare and the spoilt gown.

She took it well, and we got friendly at once--couldn't help it, scrambling into that beast of a boat while the rest laughed at us.

Of course we had to stay another day to see that Dora was all right.

Demi wanted to.

Alice Heath is down there and two other girls from our college, so we sort of lingered along, and Demi kept taking pictures, and we danced, and got into a tennis tournament; and that was as good exercise as wheeling, we thought.