George did not struggle. His brain, working with the cool rapidity of a buzz-saw in an ice-box, had planned a line of action. Few things are more difficult in this world for a young man than the securing of an introduction to the right girl under just the right conditions. When he is looking his best he is presented to her in the midst of a crowd, and is swept away after a rapid hand-shake. When there is no crowd he has toothache, or the sun has just begun to make his nose peel. Thousands of young lives have been saddened in this manner. How different was George's case! By this simple accident, he reflected, as, helping the good work along with an occasional surreptitious leg-stroke, he was towed shorewards, there had been formed an acquaintanceship, if nothing more, which could not lightly be broken. A girl who has saved a man from drowning cannot pass him by next day with a formal bow. And what a girl, too! There had been a time, in extreme youth, when his feminine ideal was the sort of girl who has fuzzy, golden hair, and drops things. Indeed in his first year at the University he had said--and written--as much to one of the type, the episode concluding with a strong little drama, in which a wrathful, cheque-signing father had starred, supported by a subdued, misogynistic son. Which things, aided by the march of time, had turned George's tastes towards the healthy, open-air girl, who did things instead of dropping them. The pleasantest functions must come to an end sooner or later; and in due season George felt his heels grate on the sand. His preserver loosed her hold. They stood up and faced each other. George began to express his gratitude as best he could--it was not easy to find neat, convincing sentences on the spur of the moment--but she cut him short. 'Of course, it was nothing. Nothing at all,' she said, brushing the sea-water from her eyes. 'It was just lucky I happened to be there.' 'It was splendid,' said the infatuated dramatist. 'It was magnificent. It--' He saw that she was smiling. 'You're very wet,' she said. George glanced down at his soaked clothes. It had been a nice suit once. 'Hadn't you better hurry back and change into something dry?' Looking round about him, George perceived that sundry of the inquisitive were swooping down, with speculation in their eyes. It was time to depart. 'Have you far to go?' 'Not far. I'm staying at the Beach View Hotel.' 'Why, so am I. I hope we shall meet again.' 'We shall,' said George confidently. 'How did you happen to fall in?' 'I was--er--I was looking at something in the water.' 'I thought you were,' said the girl, quietly. George blushed. 'I know,' he said, 'it was abominably rude of me to stare like that; but--' 'You should learn to swim,' interrupted the girl. 'I can't understand why every boy in the country isn't made to learn to swim before he's ten years old. And it isn't a bit difficult, really. I could teach you in a week.'