No thought of danger had entered Dorian's mind as he stood watching the capers of the children. If any of them fell in, he thought, they would only get a good wetting. But as Carlia fell, he sprang forward. The water at this point was quite deep and running swiftly. He saw that Carlia fell on her side and went completely under. The children screamed. Dorian, startled out of his apathy, suddenly ran to the canal and jumped in. It was done so impulsively that he still held on to his package of books. With one hand he lifted the girl out of the water, but in her struggles, she knocked the bundle from his hand, and the precious books splashed into the canal and floated down the stream. Dorian made an effort to rescue them, but Carlia clung so to his arms that he could do nothing but stand and see the package glide over the falls at the headgate and then go dancing over the rapids, even as Carlia's sticks had done. For a moment the young man's thoughts were with his books, and it seemed that he stood there in the canal for quite a while in a sort of daze, with the water rushing by his legs. Then mechanically he carried the girl to the bank and would have set her down again with her companions, but she clung to him so closely and with such terror in her eyes that he lifted her into his arms and talked reassuringly to her: "There, now," he said, "you're only a bit wet. Don't cry." "Take me home. I--I want to go home," sobbed the girl. "Sure," said Dorian. "Come on everybody." He led the way, and the rest of the children followed. "I suppose the party's about over, anyway," suggested he. "I--I guess so." They walked on in silence for a time; then Carlia said: "I guess I'm heavy." "Not at all", lied the young man bravely, for she was heavier than he had supposed; but she made no offer to walk. By the time they reached the gate, Carlia was herself again, and inclined to look upon her wetting and escape as quite an adventure. "There," said Dorian as he seated the girl on the broad top of the gate post; "I'll leave you there to dry. It won't take long." He looked at his own wet clothes, and then at his ragged, mud-laden shoes. He might as well carry the girl up the path to her home, but then, that was not necessary. The day was warm, there was no danger of colds, and she could run up the path in a few minutes. "Well, I'll go now. Goodby," he said. "Wait a minute--Say, I'm glad you saved me, but I'm sorry you lost your package. What was in it?" "Only books." "I'll get you some more, when I get the money, yes I will. Come here and lift me down before you go." He obeyed. She put a wet arm about his neck and cuddled her dark, damp curls against his russet mop. He lifted her lightly down, and then he slipped a chocolate secretly into her hand. "Oh girls," exclaimed one of the party, "I know now." "Know what?" asked Carlia. "I know who you are going to marry." "Who?" "You're going to marry Dorian." CHAPTER TWO.