“Oh, when I came up, you know, I just climbed into the punt.”
“The punt! Why, the punt was ever so far from the shore, Weezy,” interrupted Molly. “I remember ’twas tied by a long rope.”
“Yes, pretty long,” said Weezy.
“Then how did you get from the boat to the beach, Weezy, so far off?” persisted Kirke.
“Oh, that was as easy as pie,” said Weezy, highly flattered at finding herself the object of so much interest. “I just took hold of the rope, you see.”
“Do you mean to say, Weezy, that you slid from the bow of the boat into the water, and then worked yourself ashore by that rope?”
“Yes; why not, Kirke? The rope was right there.”
“She has no idea she did anything remarkable,” exclaimed Molly in Kirke’s ear. “Just think what might have happened! We ought to have kept those children in sight every minute.”
Kirke nodded penitently.
“That’s so; but Weezy would have done well enough if Harry hadn’t been there. Why did we bring him?” he whispered. Then aloud, “I can’t imagine now how the little witch got to land. It isn’t as if she had actually learned to swim.”