I don't see that you are making any special effort in that direction." Once Tom had endeavored to lift Julia out of the hole, and he believed, and always insisted, in telling the story afterwards, that if she had been willing to help herself it could have been accomplished.

But Julia Crosby, triumphant leader of her class, and Julia Crosby cold and wet as a result of her own recklessness, were two different beings altogether.
"Grace Harlowe has left us to drown," she sobbed.

"I am so wretched.

She is a selfish girl." "No such thing," replied Tom vigorously.

"Here she comes now, bringing help as I expected I should think you'd be ashamed of yourself." He gave a sigh of relief when he saw Grace and the strange man approaching at a quick trot, the wagon and plank between them.