CHAPTER IX.
ANCIENT FINERY When the children reached the big open field that was just across the river from Grandma Sherwood's, although their clothes had ceased dripping, they were far from dry, and they all shivered in the keen morning air.
"Yell away, Mopsy," cried King.

"You can make Carter hear if anybody can." So Marjorie yelled her very best ear-splitting shrieks.
"Car-ter! Car-ter!" she screamed, and the others gazed at her in admiration.
"Well, you _can_ yell!" said Molly.

"I expect my people will hear that!" After two or three more screams, they saw Carter come running down toward the boathouse.

Looking across the river, he saw the four children frantically waving their hands and beckoning to him.
"For the land's sake! What is going on now ?" he muttered, hurrying down to the bank as fast as his rheumatic old legs would carry him.
"And the boat's gone!" he exclaimed; "now, however did them children get over there without no boat?
By the looks of their wet clothes they must have swum over, but I don't believe they could do that.

Hey, there!" he shouted, making a megaphone of his hands.
"Come over and get us," Marjorie yelled back, and beginning to realize the situation, Carter went into the boathouse and began to take out the other boat.