“I think you might tell me what my present is.”
“Can’t do it.”
“Then you are very mean. You have given Christine hers and you make me wait.”
“Suppose I was one of those old-timers, what would you expect me to say?”
“I have brought thee an offering, lady fair. I prithee honor thy poor knight by thine acceptance.”
Neal threw back his head and laughed. “Did you ever hear such fool talk?”
“You shall not make fun of me.”
“I’m not making fun of you; I’m making fun of those old gumps. Now, suppose one of them—those knights came to you, what do you reckon you would want him to do?”
“Oh, I should want him to go on a quest.”
“What’s that?”