"But I am really only wet now," she insisted finally, "and I want to get out of this heavy uniform."
Realizing her mother might have heard any of the possible wild rumors, Captain Dave helped her into Cleo's car and very proud indeed, was the old sailor, of the wig wag rescue.
"No surprise to me," he told his men. "Those girls have the grit many a boy might well boast of, and when I saw her drop from that pier I did not have to hold my breath. I knew she'd make it."
"But how did she see that speck of a canoe creep around the pier?" asked Jim Barstow, the oldest member of the crew next to Captain Dave.
"Maybe she felt it," said the captain. "'Taint likely much would happen to Kitty without that little girl feeling it." But his men knew nothing of the trust he was recalling, that might have formed the link of confidence between the scouts and Kitty Scuttle.
Elizabeth, wise little friend, had rushed from the pavilion to the home of Louise, to make sure no report of drowning should reach the ears of the anxious mother.
"It was the most glorious sight," Elizabeth was just insisting when Gerald drew up with the blue car, and Louise jumped out into her mother's arms.
"Up to the hospital, Jerry," ordered Cleo. "We must see how Kitty is."
Julia and Helen went with Cleo, and it was their uniform, as usual, that served as a pass, admitting them to the hospital.
Kitty had been revived, and was now becoming obstreperous, she insisted on going home, and was loudly declaring her Uncle Pete would die of fright, when he missed her and the canoe.