But Tiny just said nothing.
So Baby babbled on,
"And after that he shook hands, and said he could feel happy about me now—Wasn't it nice of him? And he took off his cocked hat, and went down the road, whistling. So you see he's quite a reformed character." And she laid her hand on Tiny's arm, and twinkled up at him, and said slowly,
"I—almost—wish——"
Then she looked in her pocket, and cried,
"But O! I forgot. I was to give this writing to Captain Tiny with his dear love. So you see, Tiny, he can forgive."
But Tiny said nothing, and took the writing.
And it was in pencil on some greasy paper that had folded a dead fish: for St Jack was good at insults if he was good at nothing else.
And the writing ran,
I paid u one for your snuk. This pays u for your share in Goliuf. And I will pay u one more yet because I love u so.