“Dollar apiece,” says the young fellow.
“Go you,” says Catty. “You come back just as it’s getting dark, and we’ll be ready.”
Now, I wondered what he was up to, and what Mr. Browning would have to say to it, and I asked him. “You leave me to take care of Mr. Browning,” says he, “and you’ll see what I’m up to soon enough.”
“I’m in it, hain’t I?”
“Sure.”
“Then I got a right to know what’s going to be done. I’m not going poking off blindfolded.”
“Too bad,” says he. “I’ll kind of miss you.”
Well, that was that. Right off he marched down into the cabin where Mr. Browning was talking to Mr. Topper, and he says:
“A young fellow just came along in a catboat, and he said he’d take Wee-wee and me for a sail tonight. May we go?”
“Sure,” says Mr. Browning, kind of absentminded. “Go ahead. These cats around here are mighty safe craft.”