called in."

And thus ended the heroic day.

No one ever knew what Dave Marshall said to Elviry, his wife, but a day
or so after, little Margery, in a fine white flannel bathing suit,
appeared on the sand, about a quarter of a mile below the Willows.
Here any bright day from the last of June to the first week in
September, a dozen children might be found at play in and out of the
water. There was usually a mother or an older sister somewhere about,
but it was to be noted that Mrs. Marshall never appeared. Margery came
and went with Lydia.

Kent was a quitter! After the rescue he decided to eschew the society
of girls forever and he struck a bargain with Lydia that she could have
the use of his bicycle one day a week till snow came if she would
undertake the disciplining of the banker's daughter alone. For such a
bribe Lydia would have undertaken to teach Elviry Marshall, herself, to
swim--and so the bargain was struck.

Margery, it was quickly discovered, sousing in the water with the other
children was quite "a common kid" herself and though there seemed to be
an inherent snobbishness in the little girl that returned to her as
soon as she was dried and clothed, in her bathing suit she mucked about
and screamed and quarreled as did the rest.

Lydia's method of teaching was one employed by most of the children of
Lake City when a new child moved into the town. She forced Margery to
float face downward in the water, again and again, while she counted
ten. After one afternoon of this, the banker's daughter had forever