"Please don't think that I'm crazy," said she, in a voice that Jeanne considered decidedly pleasing, "but you're _just_ the person I wish to see. One day, more than two years ago, my son Roger fell into Lake Superior and was _almost_ drowned. He says that you know the girl--a very _large_ girl, Roger said she was--that saved his life. Just think! Not a word of thanks have I ever been able to give her. I am _so_ anxious to meet that brave girl." "Well," said Old Captain, with a twinkle in his eye, "you're meetin' her right now. She tore a hole two feet across that there net o' mine savin' your boy. That's how I come to know about it." "Not this _little_ girl!" "It was mostly the net," said Jeanne, modestly. "I just threw it over the place where he went down. His fingers _had_ to grab it. I lived right there, you know, and I had pulled my little brother Sammy out ever so many times. He was _always_ tumbling in." "My dear," declared Mrs. Fairchild, "I'm going home with you. I want to see the exact spot. Roger has always been so vague about it. Get into my car--it's just outside the gate--and I'll drive you there. I must run in here first, but I won't stay two minutes." It was Old Captain's first ride in an automobile, and he was surprised to find himself within sight of his own home in a very few minutes after leaving the hospital. "This here buggy's some traveler," said he, admiringly. They escorted Mrs. Fairchild to the end of the dock, to show her the spot from which Roger had taken his dangerous plunge. She looked down into the green depths and shuddered. "Ugh!" she said, "it _looks_ a mile deep. Oh, I'm _so_ thankful you happened to be here." Next, she inspected the shack on the dock; after that, the Captain's old freight car. "And you _live_ here!" she said, seating herself on the bench outside and drawing Jeanne down beside her. "I want you to tell me all about it and about _you_. I want your whole history." By asking a great many questions (she had lived with Roger long enough to learn how to do that) she soon knew a great deal about Jeanne, her life on the wharf, her two years with the Huntingtons, her father's wishes for her. Jeanne found it not only easy but pleasant to chatter to her sympathetic new acquaintance.