"I should give them a hot drink," said Mr. Symington with his grave eyes dancing a trifle. "And keep them in blankets for an hour or two." It was he who found Mr. Leighton and told him a little of what had happened. ("Oh the conspiracies which shield a parent!") For days Mr. and Mrs. Leighton, the Professor and Mrs. Clutterbuck, had an idea that the two girls had merely fallen in and got very wet. In any case, Elsie often came home in considerable disrepair. When one found, however, that neither was the worse for the fright, Elsie was made a real heroine. It changed her attitude completely. The Leightons liked her now whether they felt charitable or not. It was a great relief. And one day her own father focussed his far-away gaze on her, as though he had only then considered that there was anything on which to look at her particular place at table. "They tell me--ahem--that you can swim," he exclaimed. "Very excellent exercise, very." To an outsider it did not sound like praise, but his sentence set Elsie’s heart jumping in a joyous manner. "Oh, papa," she said. "I was very frightened afterwards." "Hem," said he, "an excellent time in which to be frightened." Mrs. Clutterbuck congratulated herself on his having said it (she would have made it "time to be frightened in," and the Professor in such good humour, too!) Happier days had really dawned in that grim household however. The growing up of the courage of Elsie became a wonderful thing. Meanwhile other events had occurred than the saving of Betty. Robin had had to go home alone, and Lance had the benefit of some of his ill-humour on meeting him on the way. "Who shot cock Robin to-day?" reflected Lance with speculative eyes on that retreating person. He nearly ran into a very athletic figure coming swinging round on him from the Leightons’. Hereward the Wake was in his most magnificent mood and his eyes shone with the light of achievement. He was speaking when he turned, and the words dropped automatically even before the impish gaze of Lance. "Knew you and named a star," quoted Mr. Symington. "Now what on earth has that to do with the boat race?" asked Lance. CHAPTER XIV The First Peal