“The other side of the street?” he asked, with surprise.
“No, no; the other side of me.”
“Why should I not be on this side as well as on that?”
“Because that’s the wrong one to be on.”
“It is not! I am on the very right place.”
“No; you should be between the lady and the street.”
“Why?” he demanded, as he raised his hat to some one.
“To protect her—me.”
“To protect you how? Nothing will come up out of the lake to hurt you.” Then he raised his hat to some people that she bowed to.
“It isn’t that, it is that the outside is where the man should walk. It’s the custom. It’s his proper place.”