Come back here, Tommy
Thompson!" Tommy had started to run to meet Harriet. Margery grabbed
and pulled her back. Tommy jerked away angrily, but this time it was
Jane McCarthy who laid a firm grip on the little girl's arm. "You stay
right here." Jane lifted her voice in a prolonged call.
Harriet Burrell answered in kind. A moment later Harriet came running
up to them, dripping from her unexpected plunge into the river.
"Was any one hurt? Oh, I'm so glad!" as a quick glance told her that
all of her companions were there. "Oh, those poor horses!"
"Buthter thought thhe wath killed, but after I told her thhe wath all
right, thhe felt better," observed Tommy, with a sidelong glance at
Margery.
"Just as though I'd pay any attention to what you say," retorted
Margery, her chin in the air. "You talk entirely too much."
"I'm so glad you weren't hurt, Harriet," said Hazel, "but I'm sorry you
are so wet."
The water was running in little rivulets from Harriet's clothing. But
her interest was centered not on herself but on the two men who were
standing by the groaning horses, trying to decide what could be done to
get the animals out.
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