"Don't mention such things when we are consumed with thirst, and are so warm," said Emma.
"We may have to pay for the use of the boat, too," said Libbie. "I suppose we are out at least a dollar apiece, and maybe more. It will take all my pin money for a month. No more soda water for a while, unless some one treats me."
"I suppose we ought to be thankful to get home at all," Dimple spoke up.
"Yes, when you consider it in that light, we're let off cheaply enough," Callie replied. "Oh, dear, where is that spring?"
"Just beyond that turn," Emma told her. And they toiled on till they reached the spot where the cold water bubbled out from a pebbly hollow under an old tree.
"We must cool off before we drink," Libbie warned them. "We'll bathe our faces and hands, and sit here for a while. We are so overheated we ought not to drink right away."
"It's very hard not to," said Callie, "but I suppose you are right."
"I am as hungry as I am thirsty," Libbie remarked. "If we only had one biscuit apiece, it would be something."
They had refreshed themselves with the cool spring water, and were idly sitting under a tree, when Dimple sprang up, crying, "I see something!" And she scrambled up the bank to a ledge beyond. "Girls! girls! here are lots of huckleberries," she called.
"Are you sure?"