We both laughed aloud.
“Oh, Dolly,” said Duke, “what pretty imp taught you satire? Are you a book to Mr. Trender?”
“Oh, no! He talks what I can understand.”
“Better and better! But take comfort, Renny; you’re downed in sweet company.”
“Hush,” said Dolly; “it’s Sunday.”
She dabbled her slender hand in the water and drew it out quickly.
“Oh,” she cried, “it’s cold. I hope we shan’t be upset. Can you swim, Mr. Trender?”
“Yes, like a duck.”
“That’s a comfort, if I fall in. Mr. Straw, here, can’t.”
“I’m built top-heavy,” said Duke, “but I’d try to save you, Dolly.”