"Oh, my! oh, my!" groaned Carter. "Are ye drowned?"
CHAPTER XX
AN EVENTFUL DAY
"Not a bit," chirped Midget, who was determined to be plucky to the last; "we just came down here to get cooled off, and somehow we can't get up."
"Well, if ye aren't a team of Terrors!" exclaimed the exasperated
Carter. "I've a good mind to let ye stay down there and GET cooled off!"
Carter was really frightened, but Marjorie's voice was so reassuring that his mood turned to anger at the children's foolishness. As he looked into the situation, however, and saw the girls clasping each other as they hung half-way down the well, his alarm returned.
"How CAN I get ye up, ye bad babies! Whichever one I pull up, the other one must go down and drown!"
The reaction was beginning to tell upon Molly, and her bravery was oozing out at her fingerends.
"Let me down," she wailed, brokenly; "it was all my fault. Save
Marjorie and let me go!"
"No, indeed," cried Marjorie, gripping Molly closer; "I'm the heaviest.
Let me go down and pull Molly up, Carter."