Old Lizzie appeared on the scene in time to take Lydia's part and Kent
disappeared after Mrs. Marshall had told him that Margery's father
would be around to see his father that evening.

"Is the child dead?" demanded old Lizzie, holding Patience on one arm
while Lydia clung to the other.

"She was able to walk upstairs," said a neighbor. "It's just Mrs.
Marshall's way, you know."

"I'll way her," snorted Lizzie. "Fine thanks to Lydia for saving the
child. Come home with your old Liz, dearie, and get into the nice
clean dress I've got for you."

Lydia told the story to Amos at suppertime. He was much disturbed.

"I've told you often and often, Lydia, never to endanger a child that
can't swim. You and Kent should have had more sense."

The quick tears sprang to the child's eyes. She was still much shaken.

"Is this lesson enough for you, or must I forbid your playing in the
water? I thought I could trust you absolutely."

"Stop your scolding her, Amos Dudley," exclaimed old Lizzie. "I won't
have it. She's too nervous a child."

Amos was saved a reply by a ring at the doorbell. Lizzie let Margery's
father in. He was a short, red-faced man with black hair and eyes. He