Mabel will thank you herself when she sees you, I presume." He was on his way to the door when I recovered presence of mind sufficient to remember ordinary politeness.
"Your daughter--er--Miss Colton is well ?" I stammered.

"No ill effects from her wetting--and the shock ?" "Not a bit.

She's one of the kind of girls they turn out nowadays.
Athletics and all that.

Her grandmother would have died probably, after such an upset, but she's as right as I am.

Oh.