"You might tell the girls how you felt when you believed that all was lost," suggested the Chief Guardian smilingly, nodding at Tommy. "Do you recall how you felt in that trying moment?"
"I motht thertainly do."
"How did you feel?"
"I felt cold. I had what Harriet callth 'cold feet.' Then I gueth I didn't feel much of anything till I felt mythelf thitting in the thand with thome of me dry and thome of me wet, and Harriet trying to drag me out of the thudth."
"Out of what?" exclaimed the Chief Guardian.
"Thudth."
"Suds," interpreted Miss Elting. "Grace refers to the froth left on the shore by the beating waves."
"Yeth, thudth," repeated Tommy.
"Harriet, your companions would like to hear from your own lips about your experiences in the water."
"Oh, please, Mrs. Livingston, won't you excuse me?"