Penrose, Margaret / 2008-06-30 00:00:00

It's not very deep. But, Bess, you look like a sheet,
and Belle, you seem like--"
"A pillow-case, with the pillow out," added Isabel with a wan smile.
"I never was so glad to get a ducking in all my life."
"And I guess we're not the only ones who got a ducking," said Cora
as she shook some drops from her hair.
"Why?" inquired Bess.
"Look!" and Cora pointed across the pond. A very much drenched
figure was standing up. The man with the fishing-pole was wiping the
water from his face. He looked at the girls in the auto.
"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Elizabeth. "I should think we did give him a
ducking!"
"I'm awfully sorry, but--but we couldn't help it," said Cora,
standing up and looking at the young man.
He approached closer, began wading out into the pond toward the
auto. The water was not very deep, hardly up to his knees. Cora
found herself wondering how he had managed to fish in it.
He was very good-looking, each of the girls was thinking to herself.
"Can't I help you?" he asked, smiling broadly, in spite of the mud
and water splashed all over him. There was actually a little globule
of mud on the end of his nose. He seemed as much amused over his own
predicament as he was over that of the motor girls.
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