isted Harriet up over the front wheel, Margery climbed
in on the other side, the boy "pushed on the reins," and the
procession moved slowly toward the main road, with Miss Elting, Jane,
Hazel and Tommy trudging on ahead. Harriet rode only a short distance
before she grew weary of it, and, dropping to the ground, ran on and
joined her companions.

"I shall have nervous prostration if I ride in that wagon," she said.
"Every minute expecting it to collapse isn't any too good for one who
has just been drowned, and whose nerves are on edge."

"Promise me that you will not overtax your strength; that if you feel
yourself getting weary you _will_ get in and ride," answered the
guardian, looking anxiously at Harriet.

"I promise," was Harriet's laughing rejoinder.

The sun by this time was high in the heavens and was blazing down on
them hotly. The warmth felt good, especially to those who still wore
the clothes in which they had spent so much time in the cold water of
the pond. To Harriet it was a grateful relief from the chill that had
followed her accident. Tommy permitted herself to lag behind, and the
moment she was out of ear-shot of her companions she began to quiz the
country boy to learn where he was taking them.

"Lonesome Cove," he replied.

"Where ith that?"

"On the shore."

"On what thhore?"

"The sea shore."

"Oh! Tho we are going to the thea thhore? I thee," reflected Tommy
wisely. "Are there lotth of people there?"

"Isn't nobody there. It's just sea shore, that's all."

Tommy chuckled and nodded to herself as she increased her pace and
joined her party.

"When we get to camp I'm going to take a bath in the thea," she
announced carelessly. Miss Elting regarded her sharply.

"Camp? Sea?" questioned the guardian.

"Yeth. I thaid 'camp' and 'thea.'"

"Where do you think you are going, Grace?"

"Why, to the thea thhore of courthe. But there ithn't anybody there."

"Tommy, you've been spying. I am amazed at you."

"No, I haven't been doing anything of the thort. It ith true, ithn't
it?"

"I shall not tell you a single thing. You are trying to quiz me. That
isn't fair, my dear."

Tommy chuckled and joined Harriet, linking an arm with her and
starting a lively conversation. Harriet, instead of growing weary,
appeared to be getting stronger with the moments. Her step was more
and more springy, and her face had resumed its usual healthy color,
but this was the longest five miles she remember