"I was telling her of your poultry system."
"Miss McCrae has been suggesting all sorts of things for our amusement," said Clyde; "from a dance to riding lessons."
"I didn't say a word about lessons," Sheila protested.
"But I need them," Clyde admitted. "I never pretend to know what I don't know."
"Sheila can give most men lessons," said Casey. "The only objection I have is that I intended to instruct you myself."
Clyde laughed. "Which offer shall I accept?"
"Casey's," said Sheila promptly. "I won't be selfish. Besides, educational statistics prove that we women imbibe knowledge faster from men than from each other."
Clyde darted a swift glance at her. But Sheila's face told nothing. If the words were intended to bear an added meaning she did not show it.
"Statistics are good for something, at last," said Casey.
"Give her Dolly," said Sheila. "Don't let her coax you into letting her try that old brute, Shiner. He's almost an outlaw."