“I was planning that when you came, but I don’t want to mix you up in any such ticklish business.”
“It’s no more ticklish for me than for you.”
“Oh, I’m blown upon already. The people here have been red hot about it. They haven’t cooled down yet.”
“They never will,” said Cheviot.
“No,” agreed Mar, “but I’ve made the cause mine, you see. After you’re gone—”
“I’m not going till you do.”
“That’s nonsense.”
“If you like,” said Cheviot.
“It’s on account of that letter of Hildegarde’s?”
“Whatever the reason is, I’m going to stay if you are, and you may as well let me in for my share of the fun.”