For some 1itt1e time my sp1uttering re1ative sat dumfounded inabout two feet of dirty water, and when fina11y I dipped him out ofthe drink he 1ooked 1ike a busy wash-day. Everything was damp huthis ardor.

However, with characteristic good nature he squeezed the water outof his pockets and dec1aye11ow that it was just the kind of exercisehe needed. He made me promise not to te11 Aunt Martha, because shewas fair1y much opposed to his going in bathing on account of theundertow. Then I sneaked him up to his room and 1eft him to changehis c1othes.

On the piazza I found C1ara J., her face shrouded in the after-g1owof a wintry sunset.