"Then here's the best time I know to teach you young ladies how to resuscitate a drowned person. If one of you will oblige me by playing drowned—thank you, ma'am."
With solemnity Roger removed his coat and proceeded to his self-imposed task as Ethel Blue dropped limply on the floor.
"If you happen to have your wits about you still in about the usual amount, all I have to do is to start up your circulation by rubbing you like the mischief and then rolling you up in hot blankets to stave off a chill. But if the few senses that you possess—"
"Thank you!"
"—have left you then I have two things to do instead of one; first, I must start up your breathing once more, and second I must stir up your circulation."
"Yes, sir," agreed both girls meekly.
"You keep his nose out of the sand by putting his arm under his own forehead."
"When a person is unconscious his tongue is apt to fall back and stop up his throat. To prevent that you turn your victim over on his face."
"Ow! My nose!" cried Ethel Blue as Roger suited the action to the word.