“You, Scood, mind you ton’t mak’ fast ta sheet.”
Max looked round for the sheet, but he did not see it; and concluded that it was the sail that was meant.
“I do wish people wouldn’t treat us as if we were babies,” said Kenneth angrily. “Just as if I didn’t know how to sail a boat.”
He jumped up suddenly, and shouted back,—
“Hi, Shon!”
“Ay, ay!”
“Pray take care of yourself.”
“You tak’ care o’ yoursel’, Maister Ken, and never mind me.”
“Mind you don’t catch cold.”
“Eh?”