Mollie made a little face at him from the doorway. "Anxious to meet your
Water-loo?" she mocked impishly, and before he could answer had followed
the girls up the stairway.
The boys raced back to camp to prepare themselves for the swim, and a
few minutes later met the girls coming from the house.
"You see you didn't have to wait," said Amy. "We are as anxious as you
to get into the water this morning. Oh, I can almost feel it!"
"Let's run," suggested Mollie. "Somehow to-day I can't be sedate. I'll
race everybody to the bank."
[Illustration: THEY RAN OUT INTO THE TEPID WATER.
_The Outdoor Girls on Pine Island._ _Page 158_]
She broke into a run, and the others followed--bringing up at the edge
of the water a moment later, breathless but glowing. This time no one
hesitated, not even Amy. They ran out into the tepid water, then plunged
in, swimming with strong, even, steady strokes.
It had been decided that all were to take part in the race--consequently
all were bent on losing not one moment of practice. They swam, off and
on, for the whole morning--occasionally throwing themselves upon the
mossy bank, to rest and get their breath, then going at it again with
renewed vigor and resolve.
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