“I don’t believe you ever will, honey,” Nan said, more seriously.
“You can laugh——”
“I’m not laughing: But we can’t stand here and take cold. We want those sweaters.”
“I’d rather not go,” Bess whispered, hanging back.
“Then I’ll go.”
“But I don’t want you to leave me alone,” objected Bess.
“You’re the greatest girl I ever saw!” sputtered Nan.
“I know I’m a coward,” said her friend, shakingly. “I’d have given up all hope and been drowned, out there on the lake, if it hadn’t been for you, dear Nan.”
“Nonsense! Come on! Let’s get the sweaters. It’s almost supper time and Mrs. Cupp will give us fits.”
“She won’t, for I shall tell her just how brave you were, and how Walter saved us both.”