When George regained some measure of his presence of mind, Miss Lucy Morgan's cheek, snowy and cold, was pressing his nose slightly to one side; his right arm was firmly about her neck; and a monstrous amount of her fur boa seemed to mingle with an equally unplausible quantity of snow in his mouth.

He was confused, but conscious of no objection to any of these juxtapositions.

She was apparently uninjured, for she sat up, hatless, her hair down, and said mildly: "Good heavens!" Though her father had been under his machine when they passed, he was the first to reach them.

He threw himself on his knees beside his daughter, but found her already laughing, and was reassured.

"They're all right," he called to Isabel, who was running toward them, ahead of her brother and Fanny Minafer.