“That I didn’t, old saucy one.”
“Yes, you did, and I’ve a good mind to tell her what a beauty you are—there!”
“Do; and I’ll tell her what I saw in the shrubbery last week. Mark my words; see if I don’t I will; mark my words.”
“You tell if you dare!” cried the maid, with flaming face.
“Oh, I dare.”
“But you won’t. You wouldn’t be such a coward. I say, going out?”
“Yes, I want some sandwiches—a good lot. And, look here, get uncle’s flask and half fill it with milk, and then fill it up with sherry.”
“What for? What are you going to do?”
“The May-fly’s up.”
“Up where?”