"Hello, what have we here?" and Harvey's boat darted towards them from under the bridge.
"Oh, Harvey, save her," cried poor Beth, almost in tears but somewhat reassured now that her boy friend was near.
"The water is hardly deep enough to drown a flea," he answered.
However, he rowed up to Julia, and held out his hand.
"You had better step into my boat; you might be a worse stick in the mud than ever if you waded ashore."
"I prefer to walk."
Julia tried to look dignified, but the attempt was an utter failure. Dirty water dripped from her matted hair, while her face and clothes were streaked with mud.
Harvey could not keep back his laughter at the odd sight, and it made Julia very indignant. She said nothing to him, however, but instead seemed to be angry with her innocent little girl friend.
Beth ran to meet her and Julia gave vent to her feelings by crying:
"Beth Davenport, are you laughing at me too? Well, I'd rather be laughed at than be a 'fraid cat like you."