That's a pretty state of affairs, isn't it?"
"Well, you needn't glare at me as if it were all my fault," retorted
Amy with spirit. "I'm sure I didn't wish the horrible old thing on
us."
"I only wish I knew who did," sighed Grace, adding, with a sudden
burst of ferocity: "I would wring his neck."
"Suppose somebody suggests something we can do about it," said Betty
reasonably. "I'm sure that after the other night nobody could blame us
for being frightened."
"No. But there is one thing I can blame you for," said Mollie, glaring
morosely at her chum. "And that is for not letting the horrible old
thing drown itself when it so very evidently wanted to. If that had
happened all our worries would have been over."
"Goodness, Mollie, what a horrible idea!" Betty protested.
"I don't think it was a horrible idea," Grace put in. "I think it was
just about the finest idea I ever heard of."
"Yes," added Amy with a deceptive mildness, "if you hadn't called out
just then, Betty, the whole thing would have been over and the Thing
would have been drowned.
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