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 out of the tangle. Uncle Fred had made a desperate grab at Bess when the lurch came, and there he was with his head under a chair and one hand ahold of her foot and the other clutching one of her long, brown braids. I had gripped the chair that one of the twins was in, and while we were doing stunts across that deck, I was conscious of wondering which one it was; and when I found that I had the empty chair, my first thought was to wonder which one I had lost. Positively, if I had to be in company with those girls for long, I'd get loony for keeps, just from trying to find out which was who!

I was on my feet first. "Aunt Fannie, are you hurt?" I gasped, trying to unwrap one of Twinny's red sweaters from her head.

"No," she panted, grabbing wildly to save her hairpins and puffs. "No, we were sitting on camp-chairs, and they just shut up, and Mrs. Walker and I coasted down the deck on them until we ran into the crowd. That sweater was on the back of my chair, though,—how on earth did it get over my head?" and she looked around with suspicion in her eye.

Everybody was scrambling up and feeling of