"Oh," cried Marian, "he'll be upset! Where's papa? Can any of you boys swim?" "No," said two of the boys, and another said, "I can't either, but I'm going to try." "Don't do it," said Patty, who was already flinging off her shoes. "I can swim, and I'll save the baby." She remembered how Nan jumped into the water with her ordinary clothes on that day at the Hurly-Burly, and so she ran into the lake, all dressed as she was, for there was no time to lose, and struck out for the boat. She had taken but a few strokes, when she saw the child fall into the water, and heard Mrs. Elliott give a despairing shriek. Patty gave one shout of "All right, Aunt Alice, I'll get him!" and then swam for dear life. This was literally true, for she was determined to save the dear life of little Gilbert if she possibly could. And she did, for as the baby rose to the surface, Patty was near enough to grasp him, and then managed to reach the overturned boat and by its support she easily kept herself and the child afloat. "He's all right," she called to the crowd now gathering on the bank. "I can hold him up; somebody come out after us in a boat." But two boats had already started, and in a few minutes Gilbert was lifted into one and Patty scrambled into the other, and they were quickly rowed ashore, and when they landed on the beach, Uncle Charlie, with the tears rolling down his cheeks, tried to embrace both Patty and Gilbert at once. Aunt Alice couldn't speak, but the looks of love and gratitude she gave Patty said more than words could, and Patty felt that this was the happiest moment of her life. And what a fuss the young people made over her! The boys praised her pluck, and the girls marveled at her skill. But as Patty and Gilbert were both dripping wet, and it was already nightfall, the question was, what to do to keep them from taking cold. "Build up the fire again," said grandma, "and we'll undress the baby, and wrap him all up in one of the carriage robes." "And there's another carriage robe for Patty," said Marian. "I'll fix Patty," said Uncle Charlie, "haven't some of you girls a big blanket-shawl that won't be spoiled if it gets wet?" Several shawls were eagerly offered, and Uncle Charlie selected two big warm ones and wrapped Patty, wet clothes and all, tightly in them, leaving only her face exposed, until she looked like a mummy, and was wound so tight she couldn't stand up without assistance. But Uncle Charlie took the laughing mummy in his arms and lifted her right into his carriage and then got in and sat beside her. "Now give me the baby," he said, and Gilbert, equally wrapped up, was put into his arms.