"Remember----" said Frank, referring to the conversation of the night
before, "remember, you girls will have to prove your claims to
championship swimming this morning. If you were just faking, now is the
time we'll find you out."
"We're not faking," Mollie denied stoutly. "I learned to swim when I was
nine years old, and I've been swimming ever since."
"Really?" Roy inquired with interest. "Then you must be Mollie's ghost,
while the real Mollie is swimming around out there somewhere," waving
his hand in the direction of the water, "chumming with some of the
beautiful water nymphs. Just think, nothing to do but swim for--how many
years is it, Mollie?" he asked.
"Goose!" was all she answered, but that one little word managed somehow
to contain a world of scorn.
"You try it first, Will," begged his sister. "Then you can tell us
whether it is cold or not."
"Say, what kind of sport are you, anyway?" Will demanded. "That's the
way with girls--they all make a big bluff about being able to do what we
can, and then when it actually comes down to business they want to try
it on us first.
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