UNIVERSITY, IS THE AUTHOR OF THE POEM, “BOB
WHITE,” MADE USE OF IN THIS STORY. I BEG TO
EXPRESS MY GRATITUDE FOR HIS PERMISSION TO
AVAIL MYSELF OF IT.
AN ACCIDENTAL HONEYMOON
I
Fessenden put the girl gently down on the flat rock at the edge of the stream.
“There you are, little woman,” he said. “You really ought to be careful how you go splashing about. If you hadn’t screamed in time——”
“Did I scream?”