“I know who it is,” he said, “though you don’t think it. It’s you, Drew.”
“How did you know?” said that individual merrily.
“Because you have hands like a girl’s, and no lady here would have done it.”
“Bah! hands like a girl’s indeed! I shall have to lick you into a better shape, bear. You grow too insolent.”
“Very well; why don’t you begin?” said Frank merrily.
“Because I don’t choose. Look here, young one; I want you to come out with me for a bit this afternoon.”
“No, thank you,” replied the boy, shaking his head. “I don’t want to go and see mad politicians quarrel and fight in the city, and get nearly squeezed to death.”
“Who wants you to? It’s only to go for a walk.”
“That was going for a walk.”
“Afraid of getting your long hair taken out of curl?” said Andrew banteringly.