CHAPTER XIX
THE GLORIOUS AFTERMATH
THE wig wag contest had furnished enough excitement at Sea Crest to constitute a nine day's wonder. Nothing short of an uncanny power seemed attributed to the Girl Scout, who would risk her own life in a dive from that pier, when she saw a canoe upset beneath. The whole occurrence had been so spectacular that the publicity it provoked was widespread—every one was talking of the wig wag rescue.
"But, Weasie dear," cooed Grace, "what did it feel like to jump? Just tell us that and then we'll let you off."
Louise smiled wanly. Was it possible that any other question could be invented?
"It didn't exactly feel," she replied to Grace, "but I knew I had to do it. I had been watching the little speck of a boat as it took the rollers from the side, and I knew the next would toss it over. Then I saw Kitty—and I didn't think of the distance after that."
"You looked about as big as a fish hawk diving for his dinner," remarked Cleo, "and you nipped Kitty just as neatly as a hawk pecks his fish."
"I felt just like that—it is birdlike to dive from such a distance," Louise said, "and cutting through the air, free of everything—is—is wonderful."
"Even with the ocean as a backstop?" asked Helen shivering.
"Nice and soft," Louise said reflectively.