"Take it to number ten," I strode off to overtake Tony, whom I saw half-way down a rough path that led to her beloved "burn."
"I've seen the chambermaid," she said, when I overtook her. "Such a pretty girl, but very shy and unsophisticated. Quite a girl, but wears a wedding-ring."
I watched Tony "paidling" for some time, but as the amusement consisted mainly of getting her under-apparel wet, I grew tired of it, and climbed back to the hotel.
The bar-window was open once more in the little lounge, and Mr. Gunthorpe was behind, his arms resting upon the ledge.
"Have a drink?" he said, as I entered. "It's all right now. The balloon's gone up."
I looked at my watch. It was after six o'clock.
"I'll have a small Scotch and soda," I decided.
"This is on the house," said the eccentric landlord.
He produced two glasses and filled them, and I noticed that he took money from his pocket and placed it in the till.
"Well, success to the new management!" I said, raising my glass to his.