First, however, Maud Stanton saved me from drowning.

Then Patsy Doyle doctored me and made me well and strong.

And now--" "And now you look like a modern Hercules," asserted Patsy, gazing with some pride at the bronzed cheeks and clear eyes of the former invalid and ignoring his slight proportions.

"Whatever have you been doing with yourself since then ?" "Taking a sea voyage," he affirmed.
"Really ?" "An absolute fact.

For months I dared not board the _Arabella_, my sea yacht, for fear of a return of my old malady; but after you deserted me and came to this--this artificial, dreary, bewildering--" "Never mind insulting my birthplace, sir!" "Oh! were you born here, Patsy?
Then I'll give the town credit.