"You must not stay under so long," warned Betty.
"There-- are-- a-- lot-- of-- stones," gasped Mollie. "But I think we
can do it," she added a moment later.
"I'll see what I can do," spoke Betty. She was a good swimmer and
diver, perhaps not so brilliant a performer as Mollie, but with more
staying qualities. Down went Betty in a clean dive, and when she came
up, panting and shaking the water from her eyes, she called:
"I lifted out two, but I think we had better let the boys do it,
Mollie."
"Perhaps," was the reply.
"I'm sorry you can't count on me," sail Grace, "but really I'd have
nervous prostration if I went down there, even though it's only ten
feet deep, as you say."
"Well, getting nervous prostration under water would be a very bad
idea," commented Betty.
"And I'm sure I never could do it," remarked Amy. "Do let the boys
manage it, Bet. The lads who own the canoe will be glad of the
chance."
"I'm going to move out a couple of stones, so Betty won't beat my
record," laughed Mollie, diving again. She bobbed up a moment later.
"Oh, dear!" she cried. "An eel slid right over me.
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