"Why," she said, "my sister went out for a little dip, and that child was playing in the edge of the water, and the surf was rather high and a wave rolled him over and carried him into the back-wash. And then my sister rushed after him to save him, and the waves washed them both out farther and carried the child away from her; and it was all that she could do to get back to shore at all, herself. Oh, it was dreadful! She nearly lost her life for that—young one!" The last word was brought out spitefully.
"Where did you get all that?" asked Dick, without turning from his work. "You were at the front door talking to me when it happened."
"Well, my sister" Kat hesitated, "she had a lucid moment just before I came in, and she told me. Yes, that was when she told me all about it."
"H'm!" said Dick. "She's worse hurt than I thought. Her mind's wandering. It so happened that I was watching her through the open door and I saw her with the boy in her arms, carrying him out."
"Well, that was when she was saving him."
"Saving him, nothing!" blurted Dick. "I saw her carry him straight out from shallow water to where it was deep enough to drown him; and then she left him there, and came in shore by herself. I tell you I was watching."
