He was having a time of it! The first thing
he knew, one of the little insurgents would tumble into the lake and--
well, she couldn't imagine anything more droll than Mr. Bingle
venturing into the water as a rescuer. At last, moved by an impulse
that afterwards took its place as the psychic capstone in her career,
she arose and resolutely went to his relief. He was panting and
perspiring, for the spring day was warm.
"May I help you to gather them up?" she inquired.
Now, Mr. Bingle was not accustomed to seeing girls as pretty as the
one who accosted him so amiably. At first, he said no, he was very
much obliged, he guessed he could manage 'em, thank you. He wasn't
quite sure that it was right for him to "take up" with a strange and
beautiful young woman in a public park. One never could tell about
these well-dressed women who sit on park benches, and yet appear to be
perfectly free from tuberculosis. But Miss Colgate insisted, and Mr.
Bingle, taking a second look at her, said he would be grateful if
she'd stay and watch the littlest ones while he rounded up the big
ones.
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