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sooner learned what it was all about than
she began to scream too.
"Oh Lad — are you all right?" she cried in a tone that was far from
reassuring, but he was unable to hear her above the noise
he was making himself. Ina few minutes my father arrived on
the scene.
"Save him — save my son," Mrs. Greene cried wildly.
My father looked the situation over and decided that the lad-
der was not strong enough for three people, so he got another and placed
it parallel to the one we were on and climbed up and made the rescue,
which was no easy matter as Laddy kept resisting.
The Greenes finally bought a large tract of land in Wayland
and built a brick house. During its construction Mrs. Greene spotted
several piles of bricks in our pasture — remnants of a number of
greenhouses and a cottage that had formerly been there
and she asked my father if he would give them to her. She was always
trying to get something for nothing and when he
told her that she could have them, she was delighted. In a day or
so they were all trucked to Wayland to be incorporated in the
new house.
Soon after the house was completed we were asked over for a swim in
the garden pool. The pool, as I recall it, was about eight feet long and
seven or eight inches deep, and all we could do was wade and splash each
other. Our clothes got rather wet and my mother telephoned home and left
word to have some dry clothes sent up to the Greene's because one of the
children had fallen into the pool. When my
father got the message he was given to understand that someone was
drowning, and he finally arrived with Dr. Van Nuys to
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