not budge. Now, as every stilt walker knows, it is impossible to stay
motionless on stilts. Over Julia went into the water, headforemost.

Beth was so startled that she herself almost lost her balance, but,
fortunately, she grabbed the wharf, and scrambled up on that. Away
floated her stilts.

"Hello, what have we here?" and Harvey's boat darted towards them from
under the bridge.

"Oh, Harvey, save her," cried poor Beth, almost in tears but somewhat
reassured now that her boy friend was near.

"The water is hardly deep enough to drown a flea," he answered.

However, he rowed up to Julia, and held out his hand.

"You had better step into my boat; you might be a worse stick in the
mud than ever if you waded ashore."

"I prefer to walk."

Julia tried to look dignified, but the attempt was an utter failure.
Dirty water dripped from her matted hair, while her face and clothes
were streaked with mud.

Harvey could not keep back his laughter at the odd sight, and it made
Julia very indignant. She said nothing to him, however, but instead
seemed to be angry with her innocent little girl friend.