“MORE FUN THAN A LITTLE”
The girls were tired enough when they got back from the search; and it being an hour before dinner, Mrs. Morse advised them all to retire to the sleeping tent and lie down.
However, it was too sultry for that, and they chose to put on bathing suits and take a second dip to cool off. The boys had their bathing suits, too, and the party had twenty minutes of fun in the lake, with Mrs. Morse sitting on a rock in the shade and enjoying the pranks.
Lil’s bathing suit was very resplendent, and so was Purt’s. They were so much better dressed than anybody else that Bobby declared she was ashamed to be seen in their company—so she dove under the water.
The cut-up had the power of remaining beneath the surface a long time, and she crawled on the bottom to where Lil and Purt stood, waist deep in the water, without being observed.
Suddenly Purt yelled, dropped Lil’s hand, and 129 grabbed at the calf of his right leg. “A crab’s got me!” he bawled.
“A crab in fresh water?” jeered Billy Long. “That’s a new one!”
“It’s one of those horrid snapping turtles!” shrieked Lil, and started for the shore. Not quickly enough, however, to escape Bobby’s thumb and finger.
“It’s that horrid Bobby Hargrew!” gasped Lil, seeing the black-eyed one shoot up from beneath, and take a long breath.
“Aw, Miss Hargrew!” begged Purt. “Don’t bother us so. It’s weally too bad of you.”