He was surprised that she had no difficulty with the word, though it must have been the first time she had ever used it in the possessive sense—and in such circumstances!
“Can’t you think of anything feasible to do?” John asked.
“Do you like him?” she inquired.
“Because if you can’t,” said John, “I can. It’s too much for Thane. That isn’t fair.”
He supposed she was thinking. To his disgust she began to sing, softly, tunefully:
“Lovely maiden, tell me truly,
Is the ocean very wet?
If I meet you on the bottom,
Will you never once——”
“Stop it!” He moved as if to menace her. She stopped and looked at him soberly.