after Jud. They were glad he had come with them, for the mild little brook looked like a river to them as they got out into the middle of it.
"Guess somebody lost his shirt," observed Jud, keeping a firm grip on Dot, who seemed to be trying to dance.
"Say, wouldn't it be funny," began Bobby, but Meg had the same idea at the same time.
"Do you suppose it could" she said slowly.
"It's the raft!" yelled Twaddles, breaking away from Jud, and rushing into the bushes.
"It's our raft—Oh, Jud!" Twaddles had stepped on a sharp stone.
"I wish you'd be a little more careful," said Jud calmly. "Well, it is the raft! Can you beat that?"
Tangled in broken reeds and a few prickly bushes, lay their raft, Geraldine smiling as sweetly as ever and still propped up against Meg's book. Nothing was missing, not even Twaddles' singing bird or Bobby's airplane.
"I'm so glad!" Meg kept saying. "I'm so
