“Oh, well, Uncle Ben and I were right here. We jumped into a boat,” said Mr. Martin, “and reached over and lifted the boys out. They were trying to swim, but couldn’t very well. Did you swallow much water?” he asked them.
“A little,” admitted Ted.
“And I ate some, too,” said Tom. “It’s better than the ocean water, ’cause it isn’t salty.”
“Go up to the house now and get on dry clothes,” advised Mr. Martin. “Uncle Ben and I will finish making fast the boats.”
“Yes, come with me,” said Ted’s mother.
Ted and Tom went up the hill with Mrs. Martin, just as Janet and Lola, leading Trouble by the band, were coming down to the dock.
“Oh, are they all right?” asked the two little girls.
“All right! We had a swim with our clothes on!” boasted Tom.
So the little accident was soon over, and no one was much the worse.
“Well, now it can blow as much as it likes,” said Daddy Martin after supper that night, when they were all sitting on the bungalow porch. “All our boats are snug, the candy house on the pier is shut up, and we are ready for rain or snow.”