"Oh no, it isn't Uncle Pete I'm worrying about," replied Kitty. But she did not attempt to explain further, and the girls noticed the omission.
Turning carefully into the little sand road that led to the landing, Leonore slowed down. A boy just stepped from the pavilion.
"Oh, there's Bentley!" shouted Kitty. "Hello, Ben!" she called waving frantically. No wonder she was so delighted, thought her companions. It was almost like coming back from the grave.
"Hello, Kitty," replied Bentley quickly as he could make out the figure in the back seat of the car. His face showed his pleasure. For Kitty to have been snatched from the waves, and then spend the night in the hospital, was really an occurrence.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," she rattled on. The "waits" were addressed one to Bentley and the other to Leonore. "I'm going over with Ben. Got your boat?"
"Yes, come on," called the boy, plainly glad to be of service to the heroine. "Uncle Pete is at the bend. I'll row you down to him."
"Hello, Bentley," Louise called out. "Haven't we had a great time?"
"I should say you had," he answered, cap in hand. "You're the life saver, aren't you?"
"She's it," sang out Margaret gleefully.
"Oh, say, girls" (now Bentley's bashfulness was threatening him), "did any of you lose a bag?"