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I'm doing things." "I'll remember that," said Bertha, slyly, "and come round with a watering-can next time you are reciting your rhetoric. Give me some red now; oh, that is a beauty! There! that's enough for one load; unless you see just one more little one that is superlatively beautiful." "That is just what I do see! Hold on a minute! this is such a beauty, you must have it, if I--oh!" Peggy had been leaning as far as she could over the broad tank, fishing for the gay branch, which floated provokingly just out of reach. At last she touched it--grasped it--drew it toward her; when all in a moment she slipped on the marble, now wet and glossy with the falling drops, clutched the air--slipped again--and fell headlong into the tank, with a mighty splash. Bertha shrieked. There was an answering shriek from above, and Gertrude, followed by all the other girls, came flying down the stairs. "What has happened? What--where is Peggy?" "In the tank!" cried Bertha. "Oh! dear me, what shall we do? Peggy, are you much hurt?" "No; I--think not!" spluttered Peggy. "I came down on my nose, that's all. Feels as if it was broken, but I don't know--no! It doesn't crack when I wiggle it. It's bleeding a good deal, though. Perhaps I'd better stay in till it stops." Bertha tried to climb up to the perch which Peggy had so suddenly left vacant, but in vain; her legs were far too short. Gertrude, however, came with a flying leap, and scrambled cat-like up the side of the tank. Looking down, with the kindest heart in the world, and a world of sympathy to fill it, she still could not help bursting into a peal of laughter. Peggy, sitting in the tank, crowned with gold and scarlet leaves, and dripping like Undine, was certainly a funny spectacle. "Oh, do forgive me for laughing, Peggy dear!" cried Gertrude. "You--you do look funny, but I'm dreadfully sorry." "Well, I'm laughing myself," said Peggy, "I don't see why you shouldn't. But did you ever hear of a water-nymph with a nosebleed? If I could only get at my pocket--" "Here, take mine," and Gertrude dropped her handkerchief, which Peggy caught adroitly. [Illustration: "'HERE! TAKE MY HAND AND SCRAMBLE OUT.'"] "My dear," Gertrude went on, "it seems so strange to have some one besides me falling about and dropping herself. I used to be the one, always. They called me 'Dropsy' at home; and I fell in here last year, Peggy, and I know exactly how it feels. Here! take m
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