"Sure. Moses is up there now, right in the heart of the picnic. He was trying to catch watermelon juice between the cracks of the table, where they were cutting it, the last I saw of him."
"I want some watermelon," said Madget, leading the procession.
"Did you see what I did?" Peggy whispered to Elizabeth as they followed the others. "I shook hands with Tom. I never thought. I just did, that's all."
"But you didn't have your last red-head."
"He made the last red-head, don't you see?"
"I never thought of that. Do you think he counts that way?"
"I don't know whether he does or not. I don't want to count him, but I want to play fair. Only I shouldn't think, as a general proposition, that shaking hands with your last red-head mattered one way or the other. I didn't even consciously remember that he was my last red-head."
"Well, then, I don't think he's the one. If you had really counted him first as a red-head and then shaken hands with him, you'd have to call him the first boy you shook hands with, but he really isn't, as it stands. Now that you've counted him, if you shook hands with him again, why——"
"Well, you bet I won't. I'll put my hands behind me the way you did."
"I thought just in time."