"
"Well, get in, then, and I'll take you home."
Peter grinned from the front seat of the car; Mrs. Phillips placed herself
between the two victims on the back one; the life-savers, who had kept the
discarded garments to dry, gave them all a few smiles and hand wavings; the
two young women and their two young men looked on with some deference; the
general crowd gave a little mock-cheer before turning its Sunday leisure to
other forms of interest; and the small party whirled away.
Amy leaned a tired, moist head, but a happy one, on Mrs. Phillips'
shoulder. "He was so quick," she breathed, "and so brave, and so strong."
She professed to believe that he had saved her life. Cope, silent as he
looked straight ahead between Peter and Helga, was almost afraid that she
had saved his.
17
_COPE AMONG CROSS-CURRENTS_
Next morning, at breakfast, Amy Leffingwell kept, for the most part, a rapt
and meditative eye on her plate. Hortense gave her now and then an
impatient, half-angry glare, and had to be cut short in some stinging
observations on Cope. "But it _was_ foolish," Medora Phillips felt
obliged to concede.
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