ind taking that lady away?" pleaded Mr. Fogo, through his
chattering teeth; "I am very cold indeed, and wish to dress."

"Oh! that voice again," sobbed Miss Limpenny; "please tell him to go
away."

Being nonplussed by these two appeals, Peter addressed his reply to
his brother.

"I dunno, Paul, as we've a-got to the bottom o' this; but I reck'n
Mr. Fogo's been a-lettin' hes principles take 'n too far. As for
dislikin' womankind, 'tes in a way 'scuseable p'raps; but notices es
wan thing, an' teasin' anuther."

"That's so, Peter. Ef 'tes a matter o' fash'n, tho', I dunno as
we've any call to interfere, not knawin' what's what."

"Ef you plaise, sir," shouted Peter, "Paul an' me wants to know
whether you be a-doin' et by way o' bein' fash'nubble?"

"I don't know what you mean. I only wish to be allowed to get at my
clothes. I really am suffering considerably, being quite unused to
these long immersions."

Peter looked around and caught sight of the neat pile of Mr. Fogo's
attire lying underneath the bank. Light began to dawn on him; he
turned to Miss Limpenny--

"You'll excuse me, ma'am, but was you present by any chance when--?"

"Heaven forbid!" she cried, and put her hands before her face.

"Then, beggin' your pard'n, but how did you come here?"

"I was wandering on the bank--and lost in thought--and came upon
these--these articles. And then--oh! I cannot, I cannot."

"Furder question es," pursued Peter, with an interrogative glance at
his brother, who nodded, "why not ha' gone away?"

"Dear me!" exclaimed Miss Limpenny, "I never thought of it!"

She gathered up her skirts, and disdaining the assistance of the
gallant Paul, clambered up the bank, and with a formal bow left the
Twins staring. As she remarked tearfully to Lavinia that evening,
"What one requires in these cases is presence of mind, my dear," and
she heaved a piteous little sigh.

"But consider," urged the sympathetic Lavinia, "your feelings at the
moment. I am sure that under similar circumstances"--she shuddered--
"I should have behaved in precisely the same way."

Mr. Fogo emerged in so benumbed a condition, his teeth chattered so
loudly, and his nose had grown so appallingly blue, that the Twins,
who had in delicacy at first retired to a little distance, were
forced to return and help him into his clothes. Even then, however,
he continued to shiver to such an extent that the pair, after
consulting in whispers for some mo