“’Fraid you fall,” was his simple answer.
“But I don’t mind getting wet.”
“Easy drown in little water,” he said laconically.
She laughed at the idea of her drowning in a pool like that––she who had battled triumphantly with the breakers at Atlantic City, Newport, and Bar Harbor.
“But I can swim!” she assured him.
“I not know that,” he replied, unmoved.
True. And she must have appeared to be greatly in need of assistance.
“Anyhow, I thank you!” she said sincerely. “But who am I thanking, please?”
“Pete.”