They reached the
Junction Pool.
"Come now, Mr. Moore," she said, with the utmost good-nature, "you make
too much of that little mistake. You are far too afraid of ridicule. But
I am going to put it all right for you."
What was his astonishment and consternation to see her, after she had
laid her rod on the shingle, deliberately walk a yard or two into the
shallow water, and then throw herself down into it for a second, while
she held out her hand to him.
"Pull me out, Mr. Moore!" she said.
"Good heavens, Miss Honnor!" he exclaimed--but instantly he caught her
hand, and she rose to her feet and began to shake the water from her as
best she might. "What do you mean?"
"You've pulled me out of the river," said she, laughing, as she shook
her dripping sleeves and kicked her skirts; and then she went on,
coolly, to explain, "I know you are rather sensitive to ridicule, and
you don't like to think of those people telling the story against you as
to how you fell into the Geinig Pool. Very well; there needn't be any
such story. If any one asks you how you came to be so wet, you can say I
got into the water, and you pulled me out. It will sound quite heroic.
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