"You don't think I came for the pleasure of your company, do you?" inquired Betty.
"Oh, no, not in the least."
"How conceited you are! You know you do think it."
"I assure you, Betty, it never entered my head. When a girl writes to her cousin and asks him to take her out on the river, he would be a conceited ass, as you say, to imagine for a moment that she wanted to go with him."
"I didn't say I didn't want to go with you. If I must go at all I would just as soon go with you as any one."
"I don't know that there's any necessity for you to go at all if you don't want to."
"Ah, but you don't know everything."
"Why did you come, then?"
"I'll tell you when we get back again. Now paddle up to the Bridge of Sighs."
"How mysterious you are! But there's no hurry. Let us go down this little backwater. You can't think how jolly it is. There are shady trees on one side and a field with daisies and cows and buttercups and things on the other."