“He will probably ask still more of Aunt Philomela,” he remarked.
“If he does!” she exploded.
“If he does?” he inquired.
“Why—this is disgraceful! We’re getting in deeper and deeper.”
“And he?”
Aunt Philomela did not answer.
“Well,” Barnes finished, “we will hold him high out of the water as long as we can. Shall I repeat to you what I told him?”
“Yes, yes,” broke in the girl, “our stories must agree.”
“The best I could do was to paint a picture,” he half apologized.
“Picture making is your profession, I believe?” questioned Aunt Philomela.