"We ought to leave you," flung back Margery. "What's the matter? Can't
you swim?"

"Yeth. But the pitcher can't."

Knowing that Tommy could take care of herself in the water, no one went
overboard to her rescue. Harriet flung out a coil of rope.

"Grab it!" she commanded. Tommy needed no second invitation to do so.
She grasped the rope with one hand, still clinging to the pitcher with
the other and holding it above the water. In this position Harriet drew
her in. The pitcher was rescued before they helped the little girl to
the deck.

"Ith thupper ready?" demanded Tommy, after getting aboard.

"Yes, it is and it's getting cold," answered Harriet.

"Then I gueth I'll thit down and eat."

"Not until you get off those wet clothes," answered Jane. "How did you
come to fall overboard?"

"I--I wath trying to walk on the railing," explained the girl lamely. "I
thtubbed my toe and fell in."

"Oh, help!" moaned Margery. Tommy shot a threatening look at her.

"I can thwim. Buthter ith too fat to thwim." With that parting shot,