"Isn't it worth that much to hear from your daughter?" Jane's eyes were dancing.
Mr. McCarthy took off his hat and wiped the perspiration from his forehead.
"What would you do with her, Mrs. Livingston?" he laughed.
"I should love her, Mr. McCarthy; she is worth it," was the Chief Guardian's prompt reply.
"She is," he agreed solemnly, "and I do. But you haven't told me, Jane, darling."
"Oh, let Harriet do it. I never was strong on telling things so any one could understand what I was talking about."
"There isn't much to tell about the accident, except that we turned off on a side road according to directions. Jane wheeled down it at a slow rate of speed—for her," added Harriet under her breath. "We ran out on an ice pier and plumped right into the pond."
"You went down with the car, then?" stammered Mr. McCarthy.
"Right down to the bottom," Tommy informed him.
"That did not amount to much," continued Harriet. "The top was not up. We had little difficulty in getting out—"