"No, dear, it's red paint, like what the Indians put on when they go out hunting."
"You extremely silly boy. Go and wash them, and then come to lunch. I'll come with you to the little pump round the corner. You can't be trusted alone."
"You'll catch cold standing about," said Reggie, not without a purpose.
"No more than you will. Besides, I want to talk to you."
"Talk away, I'm listening."
"Oh, well, it's nothing, really. I only meant to chat."
"Let's chat, then."
"Well, stoop down, while I pump on your hands. Do you know, I'm rather happy."
"What a funny coincidence; so am I."
And they went back to the house, feeling that they had had quite a successful conversation. But that was all they said.