ve
drowned me altogether."

"I never saw anything so awkward in my life," said M'Gabbery, looking
up at Bertram with a glance that should have frozen his blood.

"Nor I, either," said Caroline.

"What had you better do? Pray give me your hand, Miss Waddington. To
leave you in such a manner as that! We managed better in the desert,
did we not, Miss Waddington? You really must go back to Jerusalem for
dry shoes and stockings; you really must. Where is Miss Baker? Give
me your hand, Miss Waddington; both hands, you had better."

So much said Mr. M'Gabbery while struggling in the pool of Siloam.
But in the meantime, Miss Waddington, turning quickly round, had put
out her hand to Bertram, who was standing--and I regret to say all
but laughing--on the rock above her; and before Mr. M'Gabbery's
eloquence was over, she was safely landed among her friends.

"Oh, Mr. Bertram," said she; "you are a horrid man. I'll never
forgive you. Had I trusted myself to poor Mr. M'Gabbery, I should
have been dry-footed at this moment." And she shook the water from
off her dress, making a damp circle around herself as a Newfoundland
dog sometimes does. "If I served you right, I should make you go to
the hotel for a pair of shoes."

"Do, Miss Waddington; make him go," said Sir Lionel. "If he doesn't,
I'll go myself."

"I shall be delighted," said Mr. Cruse; "my donkey is very quick;"
and the clergyman mounted ready to start. "Only I shouldn't know
where to find the things."

"No, Mr. Cruse; and I couldn't tell you. Besides, there is nothing I
like so much as wet feet,--except wet strings to my hat, for which
latter I have to thank Mr. M'Gabbery."

"I will go, of course," said M'Gabbery, emerging slowly from the
pool. "Of course it is for me to go; I shall be glad of an
opportunity of getting dry boots myself."

"I am so sorry you have got wet," said the beauty.

"Oh! it's nothing; I like it. I was not going to see you in the water
without coming to you. Pray tell me what I shall fetch. I know all
your boxes so well, you know, so I can have no difficulty. Will they
be in the one with C. W. on it in brass nails? That was the one which
fell off the camel near the Temple of Dagon." Poor Mr. M'Gabbery!
that ride through the desert was an oasis in his otherwise somewhat
barren life, never to be forgotten.

"I am the sinner, Miss Waddington," said George, at last, "and on me
let the punishment fall. I will go back to Jerusalem; and in o