"Johnnie Cass," she protested solemnly, "you ought to be grateful to me for saving your life instead of making impertinent remarks!" Dick burst out laughing. "Bravo!" he said. "Look here, you kid, if you don't want your head punched as well you'd best obliterate yourself." Johnnie took the hint and fled away over the moor, bolting for home with all possible speed and lifting up his voice as he went in a melancholy howl. Dick and Gwen sat down on a rock to recover themselves. "You've got some pluck--for a girl," said Dick, throwing a pebble into the chasm. "I didn't expect you'd really go down there and fetch him. Girls generally stand by and shriek." "Not modern girls," affirmed Gwen. "They used to do the shrieking business in oldfashioned novels. It's gone out of fashion since hockey came in." "I thought ladies were supposed to scream and wring their slim, fair hands!" "Shows you haven't got any sisters! Do my hands look slim and fair?" "Well, no, they're a good deal more like a boy's," admitted Dick. "I often wish I were a boy," sighed Gwen regretfully. "Don't! You're a jolly sight nicer as you are," returned Dick, getting up to go. The pair did not reach the Parsonage until after one o'clock, and Beatrice and Mr. Gascoyne were beginning to wonder what had become of them. "I hope Dick's none the worse," said Father rather anxiously when Gwen poured out the tale of their adventure. "I'm afraid it's been a tiring morning for him. He had better stop to lunch and have a good rest afterwards before he attempts to walk home. I'll go and telephone to his father from the post office and say we're keeping him. Perhaps Dr. Chambers will say he mustn't come here again if we let him do rash things!" The family laughed at the humorous account of the rescue of Johnnie Cass which Dick and Gwen gave at the dinner table. "You needn't have expected gratitude from that imp!" said Winnie, who had suffered many hard experiences in Sunday School. "Possibly his mother may thank you, but I doubt even that." "All the same Gwen did her best, and that's a satisfaction," said Father. "Johnnie's a clever little lad in spite of his naughtiness, and may turn out better than we expect Some day he may even thank you for having saved his life. Gwen must keep her eye on him. He owes her so much it ought to make a bond between them." "Well, I wish her joy of her protege," said Winnie, with a dubious shake of her head.