lost her fear of the water and the rest was easy.

In spite of the relationship Dave Marshall had established between the
two children, Margery and Lydia did not like each other. One Saturday
afternoon, after banking hours, Marshall was seated on his front porch,
with Elviry and Margery, when Lydia appeared. She stood on the steps
in her bathing suit, her bare feet in a pair of ragged "sneakers." Her
face and hands and ankles were dirty but her eyes and the pink of her
cheeks were clear.

"Come on, Marg," said Lydia, "and, Mr. Marshall, please, won't you come
too and see how well she does it?"

"Run and get into your bathing suit, daughter," said Marshall.
"Elviry, want to come?"

"No," snapped Elviry. "Lydia, how do you manage to get so dirty, when
to my positive knowledge, you're in the water an hour every day?"

Lydia blushed and tried to hide one ankle behind the other. "I think
you're terrible impolite," she murmured.

Dave roared with laughter. "Right you are, Lydia! I guess I'll have
to hitch up and drive us all over."

They drove to the Willows and Margery went through her paces, while her
father watched and applauded from the shore. When they had finished
and had run up and down to warm up and dry off and were driving home,
Dave said,