“Oh, I pinched the rope, and kind of jiggled along,” explained Weezy coolly; “that wasn’t anything.”
“No, of course it wasn’t anything,” said Paul and Pauline in chorus, clapping their hands and laughing.
But the drenched little girl who had performed so grandly on the tight rope was growing more exhausted now with every step she took; and the moment she entered the house was glad to be undressed, and put to bed like a baby.
When it was the hour for the train the other children left her sleeping, and stole off to the station together to meet “Auntie David.”
Harry trudged behind, hugging Weezy’s damp cap, which had been rescued from the billows.
“Little John Bull has nothing to say,” remarked Kirke to Pauline, who walked beside him. “I think he misses Weezy.”
“We all miss her,” responded Pauline, with a glance over her shoulder. “Harry makes up the number five; but he doesn’t take Weezy’s place in the least. Without Weezy we can’t be ‘The Merry Five.’”
CHAPTER VII
GOING INTO CAMP
The children met Mrs. Davidson at the station as they had expected.
She was a cheery little woman, with a delicate pink skin and soft light brown hair, so full of waves that Pauline sportively declared that it made her seasick to look at it.