LEARNING TO SWIM BY the middle of the next week the Ethels were established in the Girls' Club and the Club was well under way. Dorothy went with them on the opening morning and introduced them to the director of the Club so that they felt no embarrassment in beginning their new activities. Miss Roberts was a fresh-faced, wholesome young woman whose cordial manner made the girls think of their teacher at home. They liked her at once, and so they were eager to follow any suggestions that she made. The very first was that which Dorothy's mother had urged upon her the summer before, the suggestion which had made so good a basket-maker of her that she had been able to sell her work during the winter. "It's a great deal better for you to work hard at one thing," said Miss Roberts in a little speech she made at the opening of the club, "than to learn a little bit about several things. Don't be a 'jack of all trades and good at none' girl; be a thorough work-woman at whatever craft you select. Pick out the thing you think is going to interest you most and put your whole strength on it." "Stenciling for me," whispered Dorothy, "and invalids' cooking." "Me, too," said Ethel Brown, who admired her new friend so much that she wanted to have the pleasure of being in the same class with her. Ethel Blue looked disturbed when she heard what the others were saying, for she had made up her mind to learn basketry, but it seemed rather forlorn to be in a class with girls she did not know at all. She thought she would ask Miss Roberts what she thought about it. "Another thing I want every girl here to do," went on Miss Roberts, "is to take some physical exercise every day. You'll never have a better chance to learn to swim, for instance, and it is one of our customs to have light gymnastic movements every morning. In about a week the School of Physical Education will have an exhibition in the Amphitheatre and we must send a squad of girls to represent the Club, so the harder you work to become exact and uniform in your exercises the better showing we shall make." When it came to enrolling in the classes both Ethels registered as wanting to swim. "I must learn," said Ethel Blue, "because I've got an uncle in the Navy." "And I've got to," laughed Ethel Brown, "because her uncle is my father." Ethel Brown and Dorothy gave their names for the class in stenciling, but Ethel Blue crossed to Miss Roberts's side before she enlisted. "I know I'd like stenciling," she said, "only I made up my mind that I wanted to make baskets and I really want to do that more than to do stenciling." "But you think you'll be lonesome? Is that it?" asked the Director with her kind eyes on Ethel's face. "You see I don't know anybody here but Ethel Brown and Dorothy." "Come here a minute, Della," called Miss Roberts to a short, rosy-faced girl whose crisp red hair was flying behind her as she skipped across the room. "Della, this is Ethel Morton," she said. "And Ethel, this is Della Watkins. Now you know at least one other member of the Girls' Club, and it happens that Della is going to take basketry, unless she has changed her mind about it since yesterday." "I haven't, Miss Roberts," declared Della; "I'm going to work at baskets until I can make a tray like one I saw at the Arts and Crafts Studios last summer. Mamma says it would take a grown person two summers to learn how to do it, but I'm going to try even if it takes me three." "Della never gives up anything she once takes hold of," smiled Miss Roberts. "She's like her dog. He's a bull dog, and I should hate to have him take a fancy to anything I didn't want him to have!" Both girls laughed and Della slipped her arm around Ethel Blue's waist and ran with her to the basketry teacher who was recording the names of her fast growing class. For an hour the girls worked at their new tasks and then they did some easy arm and leg exercises "We must hand in our names for the camping trip," directed Dorothy. "What is that?" asked both Ethels in chorus. "Across the lake is a camp that both the Boys' and Girls' Clubs use in turn. There's a great rush to go so we'd better be on the list early." "How long do we stay?" "Just one night and plenty of grown people go, too, so the mothers never object. It's the grandest thing." "I've never slept in a tent," said Ethel Blue, "and I'd love to do it because my father has to do it so much. I think he'd like to have me." But when they told Mrs. Morton of the plan she was not quite so eager as the girls would have liked to have her. "How do you go there?" she asked. "In a motor boat, Dorothy says." "We shall be on the water a good deal this summer," said Mrs. Morton after thinking a minute, "and you girls can't learn to swim too quickly. I think I will say that you may go to the camp when you can both swim at least twenty strokes." "If my bathing dress is all ready I'll begin to-morrow, Aunt Marion." "May we go in every day, Mother?" "Every suitable day." "I'll bet on Ethel Blue," pronounced Roger solemnly. "She's a landsman's daughter so she'll "You just wait," cried Ethel Brown defiantly. "I believe they'll both be swimming in ten days," declared Grandfather Emerson. At least they tried hard. They went regularly to the bathing beach, listened attentively to their instructor's directions, practiced carefully in the water, and were caught by the family a dozen times a day taking turns lying on benches and working each other's legs, and making gestures expressive of their desire to imitate the fishes that they could see slipping through the water when they looked down into it from the dock. "They just flip a fin and off they go," sighed Ethel Blue. "I flip two fins and wag my feet into the bargain and I go down instead of forward." "I'm not scared any longer, anyway. Teacher says that's a big gain." "'Keep air in your lungs and you needn't be afraid,' she's told me over and over. 'Poke your nose out of water and you're all right.' It was kind of goo-ey at first, though, wasn't it, ducking your head and opening your eyes?" "I got used to that pretty quick because I knew the water wasn't up to my neck and all I had to do to be all right was to stand up. The three arm movements I learned quickly; make ready, put your palms right together in front of your chest—then—" "One,—push them straight forward as far as you can—" Make Ready Number One Number Two "Two,—turn the palms flat and swing them as far back as the shoulder—" "Make ready again—bring your palms together in front of your chest again and repeat." "What in the name of sense are you two kids chanting," ejaculated Roger, poking his head inside. "Go away, Roger. We can breathe and we can work our arms and that means we can keep afloat. If only we can get the leg motions right!" "Let me give you a pointer," said Roger, who was a fine swimmer; "while you're learning try hard not to make any useless movements. They tire you and they don't get you anywhere." "That's just what our teacher says. 'Lost motion is bad anywhere, but in swimming it's fatal.'" "She's all right," commended Roger. "You just keep up that bench system of yours and you'll come out O.K." So Ethel Blue stretched herself again face down on the bench and Ethel Brown put her cousin's heels together and her toes out and pulled her legs straight back. "Ready," she cried. Then she pushed Ethel Blue's legs forward as close to her body as they would go, and a muffled groan came from the pupil, head down over the bench. "Hold your head up. Can't you make your arms go at the same time? Now leg Number One goes with the arm Number One." "I can't do it yet," gurgled Ethel Blue; "I want to learn these leg movements by themselves first." "Here's Number One, then," said Ethel Brown, and she pulled the legs as far apart as she could and as far back as possible, the feet still being horizontal; "and here's Number Two," and she brought the legs together again, the heels touching. "I forgot to wag my feet when you did that last one," panted Ethel Blue. "If you wag them it gives you an extra push forward you know." "I know; it really does; I did it accidentally yesterday and I popped right ahead some distance. Now let me try," and she took her turn on the bench while Ethel Blue counted and pulled laboriously, "Number One, Number Two, Make Ready." "I floated for two minutes to-day." "You did!" There was envy in Ethel Brown's voice as she resumed her upright position and helped her cousin move the bench back against the wall. "I thought I'd try, so I turned over on my back "Or a barrel," substituted Roger, poking his head in again. "Grandfather sends you his compliments—or he would if he happened to think of it—and says that when he was a boy they used to ask him 'What does a duck go down for?' Do you know the answer?" "Grandfather told me that when I was Dicky's age—'for divers' reasons'; and he comes up again 'for sun—dry reasons.'" "You're altogether too knowing, you kids. Where's Helen?" "Gone on a tramp with the Vacation Club. Mother and Grandfather have gone to the five o'clock reading hour, Grandmother is taking her embroidery lesson at the Arcade, and Mary is down on the lake front. There isn't a soul in the house except Dicky and he's taking a nap." "Then here's the best time I know to teach you young ladies how to resuscitate a drowned person. If one of you will oblige me by playing drowned—thank you, ma'am." With solemnity Roger removed his coat and proceeded to his self-imposed task as Ethel Blue dropped limply on the floor. "If you happen to have your wits about you still in about the usual amount, all I have to do is to start up your circulation by rubbing you like the mischief and then rolling you up in hot blankets to stave "Thank you!" "—have left you then I have two things to do instead of one; first, I must start up your breathing once more, and second I must stir up your circulation." "Yes, sir," agreed both girls meekly. "You keep his nose out of the sand by putting his arm under his own forehead." "When a person is unconscious his tongue is apt to fall back and stop up his throat. To prevent that you turn your victim over on his face." "Ow! My nose!" cried Ethel Blue as Roger suited the action to the word. "You keep his nose out of the sand by putting his own arm under his own forehead, thus making him useful. Fixed this way his tongue slips forward and the water in his mouth will run out. Sometimes this is enough. If it isn't, then turn the patient on his side—" he rolled Ethel Blue on edge—"and try to arouse breathing by putting ammonia under his nose or tickling his nose and throat with a "Poor lamb!" "If he doesn't begin to breathe promptly under these kind attentions then you must try artificial breathing." "Artificial breathing—make-believe breathing! How do you do that?" "Don't let people crowd around and cut off the air. Turn him on his face again,"—and over went Ethel Blue—"putting something thick like this rolled up coat under his chest to keep it off the ground." "Umph—that's a relief!" grunted Ethel Blue. "Then roll him gently on to his side and then forward on to his face once more. Move him once in every four slow counts. Every time he goes on to his face give him a vigorous rub between the shoulder blades." "Ow, ow," ejaculated Ethel Blue ungratefully. "It must take a lot of people to do all these things," commented Ethel Brown. "Three if you can get them; one to turn him and rub his back, one to keep his head off the ground as he is rolled over, and the third to dry his feet and try to warm them." "The one who does the rolling is the most important if there don't happen to be many around." "Put your strongest in that position. If you don't bring your patient to in five minutes of this, try putting him on his back with a coat or something under "One person kneels back of the patient's head and takes hold of his arms between the elbow and the wrist and pulls them back along the ground until the hands touch above his head. This draws the air out of the lungs." "It's Ethel Brown's turn now," remonstrated Ethel Blue, but she was silenced by a rubber band from Roger's pocket. "When you move them to the side of the body again the air is pressed out of the lungs." "Then one person kneels back of his head and takes hold of his arms between the elbow and the wrist and pulls them back along the ground until "How long do you keep it up?" asked Ethel Brown interestedly while Ethel Blue made silent demonstrations of disapproval. "For hours—two at least. Many a man has been resuscitated after a longer time. Make the movements about fifteen times a minute—that's pretty nearly what Nature does—and have relays of helpers. There you have the idea," and Roger slipped off Ethel Blue's gag, and helped her up. "When he really does breathe—my, he must be glad when you do get through with him!"—she panted; "then you begin to work on his circulation, I suppose." "Correct, ma'am. Rub him from his feet upward so as to drive the blood toward the heart and pack him around with hot water bottles and hot cloths. Give him some coffee to drink and put him to bed in a room with plenty of fresh air." "He would be tired out, I should think, after having his arms waved around for hours." "He is," agreed Ethel Blue. "They generally go right to sleep from exhaustion." "I'm not surprised. Personally I think I'd rather be rescued before these vigorous measures had to be applied to me." "The best way to rescue a person who gets over his depth is to grab him from behind." "So he won't grab you." "Throw yourself on your back. Put your arms above your head with the backs of the hands together." "Push your legs down and as far apart as they will go. Bring the arms in a steady sweep down to the sides." "Exactly. A person who thinks he's drowning loses his head and struggles with his rescuer and perhaps they both drown. The best way is to grasp his arms from behind above the elbows and put your knees in the small of his back. That will throw him into a position where he will float. Then hold his "But I haven't learned to swim on my back." "Bring the legs together and forward you'll shoot." End of arm stroke. "Learn how as soon as you can get on pretty well the other way. Throw yourself on your back and push your legs down and as far apart as they will go; then bring them together and forward you'll shoot. Draw them up to the body again, spread out, clap your heels—there you are. It's just like swimming on your face—" "Except that you're upside down." "You can help on by putting your arms above your head with the backs of the hands together and then bringing them in a steady sweep down to the sides. You'd better learn this; it's the thing to do when you have the cramp yourself as well as when the other fellow has it." "Now let us practice on you," suggested Ethel Blue. "No, you don't," replied Roger emphatically, and seizing his coat he made a run for liberty, escaping through the front door and slamming it after him. |