"You must go back to Mrs. Jones, Effie, and tell your mother where you
have been."
"I can't, daddie, I've only got one shoe," she answered, pouting.
"But you came with only one shoe."
"Yes, daddie, but I wanted to come and I don't want to go back. Tell me
how you was drownded."
He laughed at her logic and gave way to her, for this little daughter
was very near to his heart, nearer than anything else in the world. So
he told her how he was "drownded" and how a lady had saved his life.
Effie listened with wide set eyes, and then said that she wanted to see
the lady, which she presently did. At that moment there came a knock at
the door, and Mr. Granger entered, accompanied by Dr. Chambers.
"How do you do, sir?" said the former. "I must introduce myself, seeing
that you are not likely to remember me. When last I saw you, you looked
as dead as a beached dog-fish. My name's Granger, the Reverend J.
Granger, Vicar of Bryngelly, one of the very worst livings on this
coast, and that's saying a great deal."
"I am sure, Mr. Granger, I'm under a deep debt of gratitude to you for
your hospitality, and under a still deeper one to your daughter, but I
hope to thank her personally for that.
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