"Me, for one."
"Oh, yes, I suppose so, but—O dear! has my snowshoe come off, again?"
"Let me fix it."
"What do you suppose is the reason?"
"The reason? You didn't let me do it at the start."
"I suppose you think you can attend to my snowshoes better than I can myself."
"I do, indeed."
"Well, don't start to argue about that, please don't. I haven't seen you for such a long time and there are such a lot of things that I want to say, but some way, whenever I am going to start, something happens to prevent me."
"Your snowshoe, for instance?"
"Yes, or you. You begin to argue about something. Now don't be cross! I suppose I really shouldn't have said that, but"—