SWIMMING RACES
Before nine pairs of astonished eyes, the old man pulled off his curly white beard and let it drop to the ground. He threw off his cap, turned down the collar of his coat, and grinned pleasantly, a grin that strongly reminded them of Fred Williamson when he was in mischief.
"Mr. Williamson!" cried Carrie, and:
"Dad!" Margy shouted together with Fred.
Mr. Williamson's eyes were dancing.
"Well?" he asked, enjoying the variety of expressions on the amazed faces turned to his.
"It was a trick!" Carrie scolded. "I might have known. I suppose you knew who he was all the time."