It was the bank.

She opened her eyes to see a brown, red-lined hat on the ground beside her, half full of water, through which she could dimly discern the golden submerged name of the maker.

She seemed to have been contemplating it with vague interest for about an hour, when she became aware that some one was dabbing her forehead with a wet silk handkerchief.
"Better ?" asked Charles's voice.
"Oh!" gasped Ruth, suddenly trying to sit up, but finding the attempt resulted only in the partial movement of a finger somewhere in the distance.

"Have I really--surely, surely, I was not so abject as to _faint_ ?" "Truth," said Charles, with a reassured look in his quick, anxious eyes, "obliges me to say you did." "I thought better of myself than that." "Pride goes before a fall or a faint." "Oh, dear!" turning paler than ever.

"Where is Molly ?" "She is all right," said Charles, hastily, applying the pocket-handkerchief again.