“We will provide some if they are needed,” said Ruth, laughing.
Just then Aunt Sarah Maltby came in and heard the story from Agnes.
“Just think, Dot and Tess, one of you might have been drowned,” she said severely. “If that bag had got around your feet, and the winding strips had tangled, your feet might have been held up and your head down. You might easily have been drowned in the bathtub.”
“Not me—I wouldn’t!” declared Dot.
“Why not?” Agnes wanted to know.
“’Cause I wouldn’t get in it! I told Tess maybe it was dangerous.”
“Well, it wouldn’t have been if I’d had more air in the bag,” called Tess from the half-open door of her room. “That was the matter.”
Mrs. MacCall shook her head when she heard what had happened.
“I ha me doots about them on the boat,” she said. “If they cut up such didoes here, what’ll they do then?”
“Oh, I think we shall manage somehow,” said Ruth with cheerful philosophy. “We’re used to mishaps.”