"Why, let"s see," says Babe. "Oh, yes! Put a cold door key on the back of his neck."

"Or a piece of brown paper on his tongue," I adds.

The young lady shrugs her shoulders disappointed. "I"ve tried all that,"

says she, "and an ice pack, too. But it"s no use. I must get him to a doctor right away. There"s one about a mile down this road. Couldn"t you take us?"

"Sure thing!" says Babe. "Torchy, you can hang on the back, can"t you?"

"Oh, I can walk home," says I.

"No, no," says Babe, hasty. "You--you"d best come along."

So I helps load in the young lady and the claret drippin" youngster, drapes myself on the spare tires, and we"re off.

"Is it little brother?" asks Babe, glancin" at the kid.

"Mine?" says the young lady. "Of course not. I"m Lucy Snell--one of the teachers at the public school back there at the cross-roads. Some of the children always insist on walking part way home with me, especially little Billy here. Usually he behaves very nicely, but today he seems to be out of luck. His nose started leaking fully half an hour ago. He must have leaked quarts and quarts, all over himself and me. You wouldn"t think he could have a drop left in him. I was just about crazy when I saw you coming. There"s Dr. Baker"s house on the right around that next curve. And say, there"s some speed to this bus of yours, Mr.--er----"

"Cutler," says Babe. "Here we are. Anything more I can do?"

"Why," says Miss Snell, as I"m unb.u.t.tonin" the door for her, "you might stick around a few minutes to see if he wants little Billy taken to the hospital or anything. I"ll let you know." And with that she trips in.

"Lively young party, eh?" I remarks to Babe. "Don"t mind askin" for what she wants."

"Perfectly all right, too," says he, "in a case like this. She isn"t one of the helpless kind. Some pep to her, I"ll bet. Lucy, eh? I always did like that name."

I had to chuckle. "What about the Snell part?" says I. "That one of your favorite names, too?"

"N--n--no," says Babe. "But she"ll probably change that some of these days. She"s the sort that does, you know."

"I expect you are right, at that," I agrees.

Pretty soon out she comes again, calm and smilin". It"s some smile she has, by the way. Wide and generous and real folksy. And now that the scare has faded out of her eyes they have more or less snap to "em.

They"re the bright brown kind, that match her hair, and the freckles across the bridge of her nose.

"It"s all right," says she. "Dr. Baker says the ice pack did the trick.

And he"ll take Billy home as soon as he"s cleaned him up a bit. Thanks, Mr. Cutler."

"Oh, I might as well drive you home, too, and finish the job," says Babe.

"Well, I"m not missing anything like that, I can tell you," says Miss Snell. "I"m simply soaked with that youngster"s gore. But I live way back on the other road. My! Billy dripped some on your seat cushions, didn"t he?"

"Oh, that will wash out," says Babe careless. "You"re fond of youngsters, I suppose?"

"Well, in a way I am," says she. "I"m used to "em anyway, being one of six myself. That"s why I"m out teaching--makes one less for Dad to have to rustle for. He keeps the little plumber"s shop down opposite the station. You"ve seen the sign--T. Snell."

"I"ve no doubt I have," says Babe. "And you--you like teaching, do you?"

"Why, I can"t say I"m dead in love with it," says Miss Snell. "Not this second grade stuff, anyway. It"s all I could qualify for, though. This is my second year at it. I don"t suppose you ever taught second grade yourself, did you?"

Babe almost gasps, but admits that he never has.

"Then take my advice and don"t tackle it," says Miss Snell. "Not that you would, of course, but that"s what I tell all the girls who think I have such a soft snap with my Sat.u.r.days off and a two months" summer vacation. Believe me, you need it after you"ve drilled forty youngsters all through a term. D-o-g, dog; c-a-t, cat. Why will the little imps sing it through their noses? It"s the same with the two-times table. And they can be so stupid! I don"t believe I was meant for a teacher, anyway, for it all seems so useless to me, making them go through all that, and keeping still for hours and hours, when they want so much to be outdoors playing around. I"d like to be out myself."

"But after school hours," suggests Babe, "you surely have time to go in for sports of some kind."

"What do you mean, sports?" asks Miss Snell.

"Oh, tennis, or horseback riding, or golf," says Babe.

She turns around quick and stares at him. "Are you kidding?" she demands. "Or do you want to get me biting my upper lip? Say, on five hundred a year, with board to pay and clothes to buy, you can"t go in very heavy for sports. I did blow myself to a tennis racquet and rubber-soled shoes last summer and my financial standing has been below par ever since. As for spare time, there"s no such thing. When I"ve finished helping Ma do the supper dishes there"s always a pile of lesson papers to go over, and reports to make out. And Sat.u.r.days I can do my washing and mending, maybe shampoo my hair or make over a hat or something. Can you figure in any chance for golf or horseback riding? I can"t, even if club dues were free to schoolma"ams and the board should send around a lot of spotted ponies for our use. Not that I wouldn"t like to give those things a whirl once. I"m just foolish enough to think I could do the sport stuff with the best of "em."

"I"ll bet you could, too," says Babe, enthusiastic. "You--you"re just the type."

"Yes," says Miss Snell, "and a fat lot of good that"s going to do me. So what"s the use talking? In a year or so I suppose I"ll be swinging a broom around my own little flat, coaxing a kitchen range to hump itself at 6:30 a.m., and hanging out a Monday wash for two."

"Oh!" says Babe. "Then you"ve picked out the lucky chap?"

"I don"t know whether he"s lucky or not," says she. "It isn"t really settled, anyway. Pete Snyder has been hanging around for some time, and I expect I"ll give in if he keeps it up. He"s Dad"s helper, you know, and he isn"t more"n half as dumb as he looks. Gosh! Here we are. I hope none of the kids see you bringing me home and tell Pete about it. He"d be green in the eye for a week. Good-by, Mr. Cutler, and much obliged."

As she skips out and up the path toward the little ramshackle cottage she turns and flashes one of them wide smiles on Babe and gives him a friendly wave.

"Well," says I. "Pete might do worse."

"I believe you," says Babe, kind of solemn.

Course, I didn"t keep any close track of Mr. Cutler for the next few days. There was no special reason why I should. I supposed he was busy makin" up his quartette for that Southern cruise. So about a week later I"m mildly surprised to hear that he"s still stayin" on over at Sister Mabel"s. I didn"t really suspicion anything until one afternoon, along in the middle of January, when as I steps off the 5:10 I gets a glimpse of Babe"s blue racer waitin" at the crossing gates. And snuggled down under the fur robe beside him, with her cheeks pinked up by the crisp air and her brown eyes sparklin", is Miss Lucy Snell.

"Huh!" thinks I. "Still goin" on, eh? Or has Billy"s little beak had another leaky spell?"

Couldn"t have been many days after that before I comes home to find Vee all excited over some news she"d heard from Mrs. Robert Ellins.

"What do you think, Torchy!" says she. "That bachelor friend of Mr.

Robert, a Mr. Cutler, was married last night."

"Eh!" says I. "Babe?"

"Yes," says Vee. "And to a village girl, daughter of T. Snell, the plumber. And his married sister is perfectly wild about it. Isn"t it dreadful?"

"Oh, I don"t know," says I. "Might turn out all right."

"But--but she"s a poor little school-teacher," protests Vee, "and Mr.

Cutler is--is----"

"A rich sport," I puts in, "who"s always had what he wanted. And I expect he thought he wanted Miss Snell. Looks so, don"t it?"

I understand that Sister Mabel threw seven kinds of fits, and that the country club set was all worked up over the affair, specially one of the young ladies that had played in mixed foursomes with Babe and probably had the net out for him. But he didn"t come back to apologize or anything like that. And the next we heard was that the happy pair had started for Florida on their honeymoon.

Well, that seemed to finish the incident. Mr. Robert hunches his shoulders and allows that Babe is old enough to manage his own affairs.