“Compliments! A fellow doesn’t have to praise up his cousin, does he? It just struck me, all of a sudden, that you look pretty fit.”
“Thanks. I’m feeling as fit as I look. Out with it, Stan; what do you want?”
“Why, nothing,” said Stannard, “nothing at all. Shall I take out those husks, Lot?”
“Delighted. The pigs eat ’em.” Her eyes held a quizzical light. “If you’re trying to rattle me so I shall forget something and spoil my dinner, you can’t do it.”
“What do you take me for?” He departed with the husks, deeply indignant.
In five minutes he was back. “When are you going home?”
“I don’t know. Not just yet. Your mother has too many house parties.”
“That won’t make any difference.”
“Oh, yes, it does! Her house is full all the time.”