"All right," he said; "take us back to
your place, where we can dry and telephone." He hoped, too, that they might
have to encounter fewer people at the other spot than at this.
Meanwhile, another boat belonging to the station had set out to aid the
owner of the sloop in its recovery. It was soon righted and was brought in.
There was no damage done, and there was no charge that Cope could not meet,
as he learned next day to his great relief.
The station gave him a dry outfit of clothes, assembled from here and
there, and telephoned to Mrs. Phillips to bring fresh garments for Amy.
Neither had time to get a chill. A pair of kindly servant-maids, who were
loitering on the shore with their young men, insisted on carrying the
heroine of the afternoon into retirement, where they expeditiously
undressed her, rubbed her, and wrapped her in a quilt snatched from a life-
saving bed. Amy was cold indeed, and inclined to shiver. She understood,
now, why Cope had not encouraged that bathing party at the dunes.
In a few minutes Medora Phillips tore up in her car, with Helga and a
mountain of clothing and wraps.
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