“Did I say I didn't like it?”
“Well, you—not exactly, but you implied that you did not.”
“Y—e-s?”
The Little Doctor gave the reins an impatient twitch.
“Yes, yes—YES!”
No answer from Chip. He could think of nothing to say that was not more or less profane.
“I think he's a very nice, amiable young man”—strong emphasis upon the second adjective. “I like amiable young men.”
Silence.
“He's going to come down here hunting next fall. J. G. invited him.”
“Yes? What does he expect to find?”