into the white face of the girl. Isabel opened her eyes.

"Are we--are we--" she gasped.

"We're all right, you little goose," said Cora with a laugh, though
her voice trembled and her hands shook. "I guess it wasn't nearly as
dangerous as it looked."

"It was bad enough," spoke Elizabeth.

"Anyhow, the auto stopped," went on Cora. "Don't you see where we
are? In the middle of Campbell's Pond. And we won't have to swim
out, either. 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!"