"Right there." "I can't see it." She leaned still farther, bending down to point.

"Why right th--" At this moment she removed her hand from his shoulder, though unwillingly.

She clutched at him, in fact, but without avail.

She had been too amiable.
A loud shriek was uttered by throats abler to vocalize, just then, than Milla's, for in her great surprise she said nothing whatever--the shriek came from the other girls as Milla left the crest of the overhanging bank and almost horizontally disappeared into the brown water.

There was a tumultuous splash, and then of Milla Rust and her well-known beautifulness there was nothing visible in the superficial world, nor upon the surface of that creek.