She: I wouldn’t want the storm. I haven’t that much pep. Swimming’s nice because you can lie around so much.
You: You’re a lazy little thing, aren’t you?
She: That’s what they say at home.
You: I like it. I hate these girls who are always trying to be better than you are in everything. They’re usually funny-looking, too. If they were pretty they wouldn’t worry so much about beating people.
She: You have such old-fashioned ideas. Well, I guess you’re right. I like to be waited on. People do things for me. I like it.... Oh, look at that cloud. It’s getting rougher than it was—We must be drifting out.
You: Yes, it goes faster than you’d think. There’s a little wind blowing up. (Starts paddling fast.)
She: Going anywhere?
You: Well, I know a place that is pretty sheltered. Say, I’m getting cold up here. Do you mind if I get down there with you?
She: No, that’s all right.
(You start to step over the intervening bar, and the canoe sways dangerously. She screams loudly.)