"They'll be with us in a few days, Indiana."
"Charmed!" said Indiana, standing up in the boat, and screwing up her face in imitation of Lord Stafford with his monocle.
Glen laughed heartily at the expense of Mrs. Bunker's English friends.
"That's great, Indiana."
"You little rogue," cried Mrs. Bunker, "I won't have you ridicule my friends. Oh, I'm so delighted. You'll find them lovely company."
"Ya—a—as," drawled Indiana, with a bored expression, "delighted, I'm—" the rest was finished in the water, the boat capsizing suddenly. Indiana was near enough to the dock to throw out an arm to Glen, and he drew her up laughing, but drenched.
"I knew you'd do it, Indiana," cried Mrs. Bunker.
Indiana, still clinging to Glen, as the dock was slippery, smiled faintly, putting her hand to her side.
"You didn't hurt yourself, did you, Indiana?" said Glen, anxiously.
"I twisted my side a little—I wanted to save myself, as I fell—that's all."