THE REDEMPTION OF ANTHONY
before—and the fall was awful. But I'm going to catch a fish now, if I stay a week."
"Really?" he cried. "Oh, Nan, you're the real thing!"
"And that from the Right Reverend—"
"Don't! Give us your hand and come along."
"We'd better wash the hand first. You hold on to my feet, so I won't go in head first."
Whereupon The Parson laid hold of Mrs. Crompton's feet, and she hung over the edge of the rock and washed her hands and sleeves.
"If any one sees us we're compromised for life," she said,
"Birds and bees don't gossip," he answered.
They got up and away again, and this time The Parson looked after his partner carefully.
"I'm glad I tumbled," she said; "you're so much nicer to me."
They fished for awhile with no success,
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