"So you needn't thank us for it. How are
you feeling--better?"
"A great deal," answered the girl, with a grateful glance toward Betty.
"I almost feel as if I could stand up."
"If you want to try, one of the boys will help you," Grace suggested,
turning to the latter, who had been standing several feet back from the
little group, natural delicacy forbidding them to intrude.
But now, being thus appealed to for help, they stepped forward like one
person, offering assistance. They helped the girl to her feet and
steadied her as she stood, weak and trembling.
She looked from one to the other with a wan little smile on her lips.
"Which one of you have I to thank for--for saving me?" she asked.
"None of us," said Roy, with an attempt at gallantry which was rendered
funny by his extremely sodden aspect. "It was a pleasure."
Noting the girl's bewilderment, Betty hastened to explain. "They all did
it," she said; "but if credit is due to any one of them it must be given
to Allen for reaching you first."
"Nonsense!" said Allen, abashed at being brought into the limelight. "I
was nearer than the other fellows, that's all.
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