“Are you going to survive?” Gracie asked in a friendly tone.

Isabella opened one eye. “Just getting my second wind,” she explained. As she tried to catch her breath.

“It occurred to me that the men are hogging the ball,” Gracie said thoughtfully.

“It occurred to me the second time one of them swam right over me to grab it,” Isabella replied feelingly.

“Have you ever noticed how hot it is in a crowd to avoid running into people's elbows occasionally or tripping over someone's foot from time to time? Asked Gracie still sounding thoughtful.

Isabella’s mouth slowly curved into a broad grin. “ Any man can be so clumsy...