He leant over and kissed her hand. “I can never repay you, my dear, whatever your name is. There is no way to repay you.”
“Yes there is, sir,” said Jane blushing furiously but smiling bravely. “You can give your son and me your blessing, because we are thinking about getting married.”
It was a good thing the crowd had dispersed and gone back to the safer beach, because crowd or no crowd Breck put his arm around his dear Jane and kissed her again and again.
Then Charlie felt he should kiss Mabel because she had done such good work in resuscitating the drowned. And Mr. Breckenridge thanked her all over again for her wonderful skill.
“Where did you learn how to do it?” he asked.
“Part of being a Camp Fire Girl,” declared Mabel. “Camp Fire Girls are just hanging around longing for emergencies to occur so they can get more beads. You needn’t be grateful to me for resuscitating your daughter. I have been praying for such a chance for ever so long.”
Everybody laughed at Mabel, who usually put her foot in it and never could get out a long word without mixing it up.
“And you are a Camp Fire Girl too?” Mr. Breckenridge asked Jane.
“Oh yes, and it was being one that made me able to save Lorna. You see we practice saving people. Mabel doesn’t mean we want things to happen but that we want to be near by and able to help if things do happen.”
“I see,” he smiled.