"We-ell," said Henrietta, pouting, "we can't tell 'em what we have done before we do it, can we? For we never know ourselves."
"You certainly cannot beat that for logic," declared Amy. She drove the head of the canoe to the tub of the nearest Costello twin. "Get in here carefully, Micky. You are going down."
"That's 'cause Aloysius always gets the best tub. He ain't sinking none," said Michael Costello, scowling at his twin.
"Quick!" commanded Amy, and the disgruntled Costello swarmed over the side of the canoe. "We can take in one more. Who is the nearest drowned?"
"I'm sitting in half a foot of water," confessed the red-haired Shannon, grinning.
"A little soaking will do you good. I can guess who suggested this crazy venture," Jessie said. "Come, Henrietta."
"I need her to trim ship!" cried Charlie Foley.
"What do you want to trim your ship with—red, white and blue?" demanded Amy. "If that trough sinks I know you can swim, Charlie."
The crowd would have had some difficulty in getting back to shore with the wind blowing as freshly as it did if the girls had not come along and, in relays, helped them all back.