"But whenever I'm naughty or unreasonable, or, or selfish, Bill--I'm afraid I shall often be _very_ selfish--then you must just turn to me, and say: 'You know, Bubbles, when all's said and done, you're my Serf; but for me you wouldn't be here.'" Bill Donnington looked at her, and then he said solemnly and very deliberately: "I don't feel that you ought to marry me out of gratitude, Bubbles." She took her hands off his shoulders, and clapped them gleefully.

"I was waiting for that, too!" she exclaimed.

"I wonder you didn't say it at once--I quite thought you would." He said seriously: "But I really mean it.

I couldn't bear to think that you married me just because I dragged you out of the water." "I'm really marrying you, if you want to know," she exclaimed, "because of Mr.Tapster! During the last few days--I wonder if you've noticed it, Bill ?" (he had, indeed)--"that man has looked at me as if I was _his_ serf--that's a polite way of putting it--and I don't like it.

But I've got a friend--you know Phyllis Burley?
I think she'd do for him exactly! It would be so nice, too, for she's devoted to me, and we should have the use of one of their motors whenever we felt like it." Bill shook his head decidedly.