"Oh—oh—oh! I feel as if I should like to throw something at you."
"Well, why don't you? Look, there's the girl on the bank grinning at you. How pleased she'll be if I let her win."
"Horrid thing, she is! But I hate you worse still. I feel as if I could do anything to you now."
"What, hurt poor little Cousin Lucy? Oh, Betty, for shame!"
"Well, if you won't go on, turn back then, and I'll get out. Only I'll never speak to you again as long as I live."
"I say, Betty, are you very fond of chocolates?"
"Yes, I am, but I wouldn't sit here for another five minutes for all the chocolates in the world. Turn round and go back, please."
Lucius put his hand behind his back, and drew out the big box already mentioned.
"Look here; let's stop and eat these here, while that girl looks on. Then we'll go up to St. John's and back and you can have hers too."
This plan commended itself to Betty, and she spent a happy ten minutes while the girl on the bank strolled about and pretended to be admiring the Chapel of King's and the beautiful College of Clare, which are both seen to advantage at the point where the canoe had stopped.