CHAPTER X
“My Name Is Danny”
“Horace! Horace! What happened?” cried Judy as her brother’s head appeared above the surface of the water. “Who was that talking? Are you all right?”
“If you call being half drowned in a muddy pond all right, I guess I am,” he replied, answering her last question first. The others weren’t so easy to answer.
“I—I’m sorry,” she faltered, not knowing what else to say.
“You should be,” he spluttered. “When did you learn how to throw your voice?”
“I didn’t. That wasn’t—”
“Who was it then?” he interrupted.
“I don’t know. It sounded like a small boy.”
“A wood sprite, no doubt. Don’t think up any more fairy stories. Just get me the car blanket before I catch my death—”