"I wouldn't touch—no—net—"
Her brows drew together in a puzzled frown.
"You mean you don't like fishing?"
Somehow he did not want her to know.
"I—ain't—the—one—to—take—no—sea-thing—away—from—the—sea."
"Oh;" she said, not understanding.
They were silent a moment.
"You sell baskets?" She asked him.
"D'you want one?"
"Mebbe. Got a medium-sized one?"