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Here Bob caused a sudden halt in the proceedings. Rushing over to Jerry he held out his hand.,“There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?” said Bob. “That’s to go through it. Are you ready?”,“Just to think I’ve got to heat up more water and fill this tank again for a good-for-nothing urchin like you! Begorra! It’s worth it though to see you get a good ducking!”,“Wartch yer team Moses,” commanded Mrs. Wopp from the back seat of the democrat.,[77]Their boat was a wreck, they found when they came up to it. The after water-tight compartment was completely stove in. This had caused the stern to sink. Two things, however, were in their favor. The front compartment, in which they had stowed their blankets, extra clothing, matches and the transit, was still intact. Also, as the after compartment had held only their canned eatables, the ducking had not hurt them. Few of the cans had fallen out.,Sheltered about,"Pray for me," he says.,“Your nose is out of joint, Edith! I’ve got a new sister.” But his eyes belied his blunt words.,Lady Rodney holds out her hand, and Mona lays hers within it.,“Wasn’t much after all your trouble to get down, was it?” said a voice behind him. Bob looked up to find that Jerry had appeared.,"What horse are you taking?" asks she, holding him.,Betty, not interested in intricate relationships, tiptoed into the parlor and uncovering the organ, played with one finger “Home Sweet Home.” The wool-embroidered motto on the wall almost wept..