Rona, hunting for botany specimens, had been watching the fishing from the bank close by.

There was a rush, a splash, a swift little figure wildly ploughing a path through the lake, beating the water with short, impatient strokes.
"I won't clutch you," cried Mrs.Arnold, pluckily keeping her presence of mind.

"I believe I can manage to float." She lay still as Rona put a hand under her shoulder and towed her towards the shore, so still that she neither stirred nor spoke when Doris and Catherine, who had reached the spot, helped to drag her from the water.
"Oh, she's drowned!" shrieked Doris.
"No, no! Lay her down flat.

She's opening her eyes." Marion Harper and Madge Johnson, both tolerable swimmers, were plunging to help Evie; Kathleen was already struggling ashore.

"Wait till we can come for you!" shouted Rona to Ruth and Gladys; "don't let go the boat." Evie was pulled ashore first, not much the worse.