Jerry accepted the correction with a boyish grimace.
"I'm coming to call on you to-morrow, Mrs. Cradock," he announced.
Nan coloured angrily.
"You needn't trouble yourself," she returned. "I don't receive callers."
But Jerry was not to be shaken off. He linked an affectionate arm in hers.
"All right, Nan old girl, don't be waxy," he pleaded. "Come on the lake with me this afternoon instead. I'll bring some prog if you will, and we'll have one of our old red-letter days. Is it a promise?"
She hesitated, still half inclined to be ungracious.
"Well," she said at length, moved in spite of herself by his persuasive attitude, "I will come to please you, on one condition."
"Good!" ejaculated Jerry. "It's done, whatever it is."
"Don't be absurd!" she protested, trying to be stern and failing somewhat ignominiously. "I will come only if you will promise not to talk about anything that you see I don't like."