Through the gloom appeared another figure—the too, too solid figure of Jennie Stone.
“Oh—dear—me! Oh—dear—me!” she panted. And then seeing Sarah Fish dripping there on the walk, Heavy fell upon the steps and giggled. “Oh, Sarah!” she gasped. “For once, your appearance fits your name, all right. You look like a fish out of its element.”
“Laugh——”
“I have to,” responded Heavy.
“I know. I’d be floundering there in the water yet.”
“But tell me!” cried Ruth, under her breath. “Was it a girl who pushed you into the fountain, Sarah?”
“It wore skirts—I’m sure of that, at least,” grumbled Sarah.
“But it ran faster than any girl I ever saw run,” vouchsafed Heavy. “Did you see her just skimming across the campus toward the main building? Like the wind!”
“It must be one of our girls,” declared Madge.