She pushed Amy and Grace aside, glared at Betty, and sat up with a
little jerk.
"For goodness' sake, stop undressing me, Betty Nelson!" she said. "I'm
not dead yet."
"So we see," said Betty, while her eyes lost their anxious expression
and began to twinkle instead. "But you might have been, you know, if
we had left you to yourself."
Mollie looked down at her dripping clothes ruefully and then out at
the rushing water.
"I guess you are right," she said with a little grimace, "It wasn't
very pleasant while it lasted, either. Whew, but that water was cold!"
She shivered involuntarily and Betty sprang to her feet.
"We had better be getting back to the lodge," she said. "You can put
on some dry things, Mollie, and we girls will get you some hot soup.
You are chilled to the bone."
"Nonsense," denied Mollie grumpily. "I'm beginning to feel fine and
warm. Besides," she added, trying to cover a chill that fairly made
her teeth ache, "I want to stay and find out about that thing that got
us into all this fuss."
"Nonsense," Grace put in.
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