nd notified Police Headquarters. Ken Evans was an eye-witness to
the dive that we feared had cost Polly and you your lives; so we told the
Sergeant at the Station just about where you went down.

"The Bureau at Battery Park was 'phoned but they said the tide was
running out at that time, so you both would be carried past Bedloe's
Island; if you both were good swimmers there was a slight hope of your
being rescued.

"I tell you, Tom, we were almost frantic with joy and relief when word
came from Liberty Island that you both were safe in bed, there, without
injury or other hurt, excepting the shock. Polly's mother swooned and we
thought she was gone because it was so long before we could revive her."

Tom's mother sat holding her boy's hand within her own, and his father
smiled at him so often that Tom began to feel fussed. But Mr. Dalken
laughed at his apparent self-consciousness.

"Tom, my boy, grin and bear this ordeal for the time, as you may never in
your life, have another experience like it. It shows you what we all
think of you, to sit and idolize you in this fashion."

They laughed at the banter, but Tom felt more at ease after Mr. Dalken's
little speech.

Having arrived at his home, Tom rebelled against being kept quiet that
day. "Goodness' sakes, mother! any one would think I was an invalid. Why,
I feel better than I have in months!" and his happy gayety attested to
his spirits. But no one knew that he was joyous because Polly had kissed
him that morning. And he was sure that that _something_ he had detected
in her eyes, was the awakening of love, instead of the fervent gratitude
it really was.

Tom could not settle down to do anything that day, but he called John up
on the 'phone several times to ask about Polly. John patiently replied
each time, that Polly was fast asleep and would probably remain so, for
several hours more, because she required it. When Tom asked if he had
better come down that evening and call, John was most emphatic in his
refusal.

But the following day, Tom kept telephoning the Brewsters every little
while and Anne finally capitulated and invited him to call that evening.

Polly was fully recovered again, with no signs of the shock or soaking
she had received; so, when Tom was announced by the telephone girl in the
hotel office, she felt no undue nervousness.

"Anne, you are going to help entertain Tom, aren't you?" said she,
casually patting her hair down neatly.

Anne look