"What did she do, Glen?" called Mrs. Bunker.
Glen lifted her up in his arms, and carried her up to the camp.
"It was a punishment for making fun of people, wasn't it, Glen?" she said, lifting her little wet face from his breast. "Serves me right, don't it, Glen?"
"No, dear," he said, tenderly.
She tightened her arms about his neck. "You always took care of me, Glen," she said, childishly. His heart beat violently against the little soaking bundle. It was on his lips to say, "I always will, if you'll only let me, Indiana." But he refrained. Still, as he climbed, he felt he was mounting the goal where his heart could rest.
Mrs. Stillwater ran anxiously to meet them.
"It's nothing, Mary," cried Mrs. Bunker, "she was cutting up some of her pranks, and fell into the water."
"Just rub her side," said Glen, delivering his burden, "she sprained it a little, falling, and put some dry clothes on her. You feel all right, don't you, Indiana?"
"Yes, Glen; thank you," said Indiana, meekly.
Mrs. Bunker often remarked, "Indiana's always good, when she's sick."