CHAPTER XI
"The man who lays a hand upon a woman," said Jimmy, paddling strongly, "save in the way of kindness—I'm very sorry, Molly, but you didn't seem able to make up your mind. You aren't angry, are you?"
There was a brief pause, while Molly apparently debated the matter in her mind.
"You wouldn't take me back even if I were angry," she said.
"You have guessed it," said Jimmy approvingly. "Do you read much poetry, Molly?"
"Why?"
"I was only thinking how neatly some of these poets put a thing. The chap who said, 'distance lends enchantment to the view,' for instance. Take the case of Wesson. He looks quite nice when you see him at a distance like this, with a good strip of water in between."
Mr. Wesson was still standing in a statuesque attitude on the bank. Molly, gazing over th
