she was slenderly tall and fashioned of gracious curves. The darkness of
her clear skin was emphasized by the mass of blue-black hair from which
little ears peeped with exquisite daintiness. The mouth was sweet and
candid, red-lipped, with perfect teeth just showing in the full arch.
The straight nose, with its sensitive nostrils, proclaimed her pure
patrician.

"You are wet," he cried. "You went in after me."

She looked down at her dripping skirts, and laughter rippled over her
face like the wind in golden grain. It brought out two adorable dimples
near the tucked-in corners of her mouth.

"I am damp," she conceded.

"Why did you do it? The water might have swept you away," he chided,
coming to a sitting posture.

"And if I hadn't it might have swept you away," she answered, with a
flash of her ivory teeth.

He rose and stood before her.

"You risked your life to save mine."

"Is it not worth it, sir?"

"That ain't for me to say. The point is, you took the chance."

Her laughter bubbled again. "You mean, I took the bath."