"Just see!" said Cleo. "No child on a picnic would take time to draw flowers in a sign." She turned over the card and found on the reverse side the words that might mean "I—dig—out——"
Eugenia who was familiar with kindergarten work, readily recognized this as an attempt made by some child who had been taught to make floral words to indicate loving messages. She was turning the paper over carefully when the signal for "Hurry Back" was sounded shrilly on the police whistle.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" called Eugenia, and scampering through the woods, they jumped into their little boat and started off, Cleo still carrying the two Peter Pan messages.
Reaching the clearance they could see a launch pulled up beside the Blowell.
"Oh, joy!" fairly screamed Helen. "A launch!"
It did not take long to row back to the sand bar, where Mae had already been towed off, out into the welcome deep water.
"Oh, how splendid! Just in time!" they shouted, and Eugenia had difficulty in requiring that they sit still and not spill overboard.
Reaching the sailboat, never was found a happier face than Mae's.
"Oh, girls, I told you not to give up," she greeted them. "Just see our rescuer, Mr. Neal Nelson from the Colonade."
"Oh, my little choker's brother!" exclaimed Julia, too delighted to think of the usual formalities.