Wonder and fear in those eyes changed to a joy that was nothing less than bliss.
“Oh, Bobby! You’re alive!”
“I’ll say so!”
“Bobby!” she screamed, and threw her arms about his neck.
“Oh, I say!” protested the highly embarrassed youth, “cut out the rough stuff.”
“But, Bobby,” continued Peggy, whose face was irradiated with joy, “I saw you drown myself!”
“You did not. A nice, big man came and fished me out.”
“Oh, thank God! Last night I couldn’t sleep a wink thinking of you and your poor mother. Where is she, Bobby?”
“I wish I knew, Peggy. Didn’t you see her last?”
Then Peggy told Bobby her side of the story.