"And scare her to death! She isn't hurt a bit," insisted Lydia.
"Margery, stop crying. You're all right, I tell you."

"I'll tell you," said Kent, "let's put her in Patience's carriage, and
carry her home. The water she swallowed makes her awful sick at her
stomach, I guess."

The fright over, the old spirit of adventure, with an added sense of
heroism, animated Kent and Lydia.

Margery was teased out of the boat and assisted into the perambulator,
with her dripping white legs dangling helplessly over the end. Little
Patience's tears were assuaged when she was placed in the doll buggy,
with Margery's doll in her arms. Florence Dombey was tied papoose
fashion to Lydia's back. The bicycle was hidden in the cave and with
Kent wheeling Margery and Lydia, Patience, the procession started
wildly for home.

By the time they had turned into the home street, Margery was beginning
to recover, but she was still shivering and inclined to sob. Other
children followed them and it was quite an imposing group that turned
in at the Marshall gate, just as Mrs. Marshall came to the door to bid
a guest good-by.

The scene that followed was difficult for either Lydia or Kent to
describe afterward. There was a hullabaloo that brought half the
mothers of the neighborhood into the yard. The doctor was sent for.
Margery was put to bed and Kent and Lydia were mentioned as murderers,
low-down brats and coarse little brutes by Mrs. Marshall, who ended by
threatening them with the police.