boat was now docked in the new house constructed for it near Mollie's home. The girls lived within short distance of one another, and were continually visiting, or calling back and forth. Where you found one you would find the others, and their parents used to say they never knew when to expect their daughters home to meals—for they were like one family in respect to dining out.
And, as usual, this beautiful summer day found the girls together in the auto, when the accident had thrown them into such consternation.
"Did you find any water?" called Betty, who had made a pillow of the lap robe, and supported on it the head of the unconscious girl.
"Yes," answered Mollie, her hand trembling as she extended a collapsible cup of the fluid she had dipped from a nearby spring, "I'll get more when she takes that."
"I'm afraid I can't get her to take much of it," said Betty. " But I can bathe the cut and see how large it is."
She tried to get a little water between the lips of the strange girl, while Amy and Grace held her head up; Mollie, with another cup provided by Betty, going off after more water.
"She took a little," whispered Grace.
