"Don't speak," said Miss Adams, hastily, and darting round to the other side of the bridge, she walked directly into the water, and stooping down, passed under the bridge and came out under the spot where Franky stood. As she had expected, the moment he saw her, he started and fell, but Miss Adams was ready for him. She caught him in her arms, waded through the water, and placed him safe and dry on the grass.
"Oh, you naughty boy!" said nurse, the moment she had done so, "what am I to do with you now?"
"Nosin' at all; Franky dood boy. Didn't fall in water."
"And whose fault is that I should like to know," said Miss Adams, laughing and shaking her dripping skirts, "you little monkey? I do not know but I should have done better to let you fall into the water and be well frightened before I pulled you out."
"Franky not frightened; Franky brave soldier," said the child.
"You're a mischievous monkey, sir," said the young lady.
"That he is," said nurse, speaking in a very different way from that in which she had spoken before. "And where would he have been now but for you and the kind Providence which brought you here, miss? What would I have done, with the baby in my arms and he standing there? I'd never have thought of catching him that way. It was right cute of you, miss."
"I saw it was the only way," said Miss Adams. "I knew he would be off that slippery log if he was startled."