There was a
grinding sound, the Whirlwind seemed to shiver and shake, and then
it began to move. A few seconds later, after running slowly through
the pond, it ran up the soft bank, and, under the skilful touch of
the stranger, came to a stop in a grassy meadow.
"There!" exclaimed the young man. "I guess you're all right now.
But let me look at that brake. Perhaps I can fix it."
Then it occurred to Cora that she might attempt to introduce her
friends and herself. The twins had not yet spoken a word to the
fisherman.
The same thought "wave" must have surged into the stranger's brain,
for he said:
"My name is Foster--Edward Foster," and he raised his wet cap. "I
was just trying to kill time by fishing, but it was a cruelty to
time. I don't believe a fish ever saw this pond."
"Mr. Foster, my name is--er--Kimball--Cora, Kimball," said the owner
of the auto, imitating the young man's masculine style of
introduction, "and these are my friends, the Misses Robinson."
The young man bowed twice, once for each of the twins. Mr. Foster
had a most attractive manner--that was instantly decided by the
three girls.
"I know your brother," he remarked to Cora. "Jack Kimball, of
Exmouth College.
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