you can go in--for a short swim, any
way."

"Notify me--notify me if you see me
drowning--for I can't hear the voice of
doom through my bathing cap!" laughed
Una Grosvenor, two hours later, in consequence
of this permission, wading coyly
out beyond the float, to where the lake-water
rose over the crossed logs of the
Camp Fire emblem on the breast of her
blue bathing suit.

"Oh! she 's in no danger of drowning;
she swims better than I--I do-o now,"
shivered Pemrose, rather wishing that June
were July and the Bowl had undergone the
gradual glow of a heating process. "Aren't
you coming, Thrush?" she cried. "Aren't
you coming in, Jessie?"

"I can't leave the owl! I believe the@
boys meant him as an anniversary present
--though they went about presenting him@
in a queer way," was the fostering answer.

The other girls, however, were in the
water, as those grigs of boys had been
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